MAEA
The concept of self-indulgence was a foreign one to the Hollow-born. Raised on the need for collaboration, because the need of the person was nothing against the need of the community, she had been spoon fed guilt whenever she did anything that took her even a step out of line. The concern she felt on hearing Dygra's preferences expressed itself in the soft frown that drew too-early lines in her forehead, even in a face that was far more youthful than her years would suggest.
Meeting the other Ancient's eyes, Maea forced a little smile. "You might have to show me how to do that," she murmured. "I don't... really know who I am, anymore. Or what I want."
The admission nearly drove tears into her eyes; tilting her head back so she could hide away in a scrutiny of the roof, it took some deep breaths to get the ache in her chest to settle. As good as it felt to feel again, this new connection to her own emotions was difficult to get used to. For one who never cried, to suddenly weep over every little thing - it was downright annoying.
"We need to figure out what you want for your room, too," she added, hoping to shift the subject away from herself. Her fingers closed gently around a handful of Ophelia's hair, and she tugged gently, jostling the other's head in a gentle rocking motion. "It won't just be my home, after all. Don't forget about yourself in all this." A hypocritical thing for her to say; but it was always easier to help others than yourself. The sky would likely fall down the day Maea Valair stood up straight and declared her own desires.
Meeting the other Ancient's eyes, Maea forced a little smile. "You might have to show me how to do that," she murmured. "I don't... really know who I am, anymore. Or what I want."
The admission nearly drove tears into her eyes; tilting her head back so she could hide away in a scrutiny of the roof, it took some deep breaths to get the ache in her chest to settle. As good as it felt to feel again, this new connection to her own emotions was difficult to get used to. For one who never cried, to suddenly weep over every little thing - it was downright annoying.
"We need to figure out what you want for your room, too," she added, hoping to shift the subject away from herself. Her fingers closed gently around a handful of Ophelia's hair, and she tugged gently, jostling the other's head in a gentle rocking motion. "It won't just be my home, after all. Don't forget about yourself in all this." A hypocritical thing for her to say; but it was always easier to help others than yourself. The sky would likely fall down the day Maea Valair stood up straight and declared her own desires.
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
