Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
It was just another proof of how tense she was that Astaroth's voice made her flinch. Part of her hated that he tried to tell her what to do. Part of her was pathetically grateful for it, when her own head offered no help at all. Moving mechanically as if her body was still made up of coils and springs and fueled by something far more volatile than blood, she obeyed. Took the blanket from the bottom of the bed, and pulled it over herself as she laid down. The wide porcelain white horns made it impossible to choose anything but her back - not without messing up the pillows, and she couldn't bring herself to do that - and so she was left to stare up into the ceiling. Listening to the crackle of the fire, and the subtle sounds Asta made as he settled in.
Swallowing thickly, it was all she could do to just drag one breath after the other into her lungs. So quiet, as if making a sound would be the end of her. She hated this. Hated being like this. Hated the turmoil within that ultimately brought tears to her eyes out of sheer frustration. Rubbing angrily at them, she waited for the questions to come. Sure he had plenty by now; she had not exactly been forthcoming about herself, unlike him.
Swallowing thickly, it was all she could do to just drag one breath after the other into her lungs. So quiet, as if making a sound would be the end of her. She hated this. Hated being like this. Hated the turmoil within that ultimately brought tears to her eyes out of sheer frustration. Rubbing angrily at them, she waited for the questions to come. Sure he had plenty by now; she had not exactly been forthcoming about herself, unlike him.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
