I can't relate to d e s p e r a t i o n
Smiling brightly as the feeling was reciprocated, Charlie had to resist the urge not to immediately jump up and throw her arms around the girl. Instead, she let small tendrils spider away from the butterfly, crawling up Maea's arms like tributaries of flame. One day she'd ask Maea what level of physical affection she was okay with; a day when the albino wasn't dealing with a raging torrent of emotions.
"Yeah, but didn't you also say he was mad?" The blonde raises her eyebrows gently. "Danta definitely seems like a yeller when he gets mad." And a fighter. And a fucker. And if he'd done both of those things, maybe he'd have cooled off. "No one is really their best when they get like that." Not Charlie, not Maea, not any of them. Except for Dygra. Dygra was always perfect.
"If this Dahlia person shows up, now that you're not Danta's ambassador anymore, can you act how you want?" Charlie certainly thought that was the implication of what Maea had said, but then, given how little she understood about politics, maybe it wasn't.
Twitching her lips thoughtfully, the priestess combs her fingers through her long hair as she listens. "It can be really hard to understand someone else's point of view, especially about things you feel strongly about." Charlie says with a fanged smile. "However much you don't understand what's going on in Danta's head, sounds like he doesn't understand what's going on in yours. And I know it can be super tempting to try and keep going at it to make someone see where you're coming from, but...I mean, he was alive hundreds of years ago. You've died more than anyone I know. It might actually be impossible for you two to actually see eye to eye on this, you know?" The same way Maea would likely never understand what it was to feel confident and beautiful in her own skin in quite the same way Charlie did, if only because they'd had totally different upbringings and experiences.
"But so long as you aren't an ambassador, I don't see why you can't still be close? You did what you thought you had to, Danta did what he thought he had to, and both got upset when the other person didn't understand. That makes you sound pretty similar to me." And similarities were usually a pretty good basis for friendship.
"Yeah, but didn't you also say he was mad?" The blonde raises her eyebrows gently. "Danta definitely seems like a yeller when he gets mad." And a fighter. And a fucker. And if he'd done both of those things, maybe he'd have cooled off. "No one is really their best when they get like that." Not Charlie, not Maea, not any of them. Except for Dygra. Dygra was always perfect.
"If this Dahlia person shows up, now that you're not Danta's ambassador anymore, can you act how you want?" Charlie certainly thought that was the implication of what Maea had said, but then, given how little she understood about politics, maybe it wasn't.
Twitching her lips thoughtfully, the priestess combs her fingers through her long hair as she listens. "It can be really hard to understand someone else's point of view, especially about things you feel strongly about." Charlie says with a fanged smile. "However much you don't understand what's going on in Danta's head, sounds like he doesn't understand what's going on in yours. And I know it can be super tempting to try and keep going at it to make someone see where you're coming from, but...I mean, he was alive hundreds of years ago. You've died more than anyone I know. It might actually be impossible for you two to actually see eye to eye on this, you know?" The same way Maea would likely never understand what it was to feel confident and beautiful in her own skin in quite the same way Charlie did, if only because they'd had totally different upbringings and experiences.
"But so long as you aren't an ambassador, I don't see why you can't still be close? You did what you thought you had to, Danta did what he thought he had to, and both got upset when the other person didn't understand. That makes you sound pretty similar to me." And similarities were usually a pretty good basis for friendship.
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
