MAEA
Shaking her head slowly, Maea smiled faintly. Resting an elbow against the backrest, she combed through her hair with fingers stained from ash and blood; uncaring, or at least too tired to bother thinking about the mess she made. "No, a friend was able to heal me. It seems to have stuck - and the Voice remade my body entirely, as I was dead before Ascending. So I'm free of all my old ailments." It was hard to stop, once she began to talk about herself. Like a chipped dam couldn't keep from spilling, with little regard for anyone caught in its way. Maea bit her lip, forced to resort to pain to shut herself up; this person didn't need to know about the dying. Was it too late to pretend she hadn't said anything?
Maybe. Ophelia seemed far more at ease talking about her own past, and Maea didn't mind listening. The seething anger in her gut only intensified the more her new friend spoke, and she found it a pity to hear how the father had gotten an easy end. It robbed her of a chance to do anything about him...
The change in Ophelia's tone snapped Maea from her plotted revenge. Amun's name drew a softness back to her expression that had almost been lost, and without thinking she reached out to stroke the other woman's pale hair. Feeling the kinship of being saved by the same person - far more willing to accept sisterhood with this person than any random Ancient that might cross her path. It took Maea far more than a shared goddess to forge a bond, even a shallow one as this.
"I am glad you are safe now," she murmured. "Would you like to pick the place for our new home? And when you have found the perfect one, we can build it to be exactly what we want. It doesn't have to be quick; better to have it just right instead."
Maybe. Ophelia seemed far more at ease talking about her own past, and Maea didn't mind listening. The seething anger in her gut only intensified the more her new friend spoke, and she found it a pity to hear how the father had gotten an easy end. It robbed her of a chance to do anything about him...
The change in Ophelia's tone snapped Maea from her plotted revenge. Amun's name drew a softness back to her expression that had almost been lost, and without thinking she reached out to stroke the other woman's pale hair. Feeling the kinship of being saved by the same person - far more willing to accept sisterhood with this person than any random Ancient that might cross her path. It took Maea far more than a shared goddess to forge a bond, even a shallow one as this.
"I am glad you are safe now," she murmured. "Would you like to pick the place for our new home? And when you have found the perfect one, we can build it to be exactly what we want. It doesn't have to be quick; better to have it just right instead."
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
