Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
Tempted to succumb to petulant sulking, Maea wound strands of grass around her fingers and swallowed back statements like 'that won't help me right now' and 'physical senses are a part of the problem'. Objections would not help, and she felt ungrateful enough already without adding rudeness to the tab.
"Like... exposure, you mean?" she tried instead, fumbling for some practical solution that could fix at least one problem, at least temporarily. "Wear the shoe until you don't get blisters anymore..?" She shifted her head as far as the horns allowed to peer at the remains of the deer. "I guess... it could be worth a try. If I never let the bloodlust get too strong... in theory I would never risk losing my head to it. Right?"
And going for smaller prey might be less triggering. For a while, until she understood herself better. That by no means meant it would be easy. Just... easier.
"Like... exposure, you mean?" she tried instead, fumbling for some practical solution that could fix at least one problem, at least temporarily. "Wear the shoe until you don't get blisters anymore..?" She shifted her head as far as the horns allowed to peer at the remains of the deer. "I guess... it could be worth a try. If I never let the bloodlust get too strong... in theory I would never risk losing my head to it. Right?"
And going for smaller prey might be less triggering. For a while, until she understood herself better. That by no means meant it would be easy. Just... easier.
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
