Maea
Oh, when the world is burning
With drinks in hand and the gaze of the bartender at her back, Maea joined Hadama at the table. Surprised to find the best seat left open to her, she settled in and took a sip of her own drink. It tasted sweetly of tropical fruits and rum, treacherously easy on the throat even though it probably packed a serious punch. That was fine. She was beyond caring about getting drunk while the sun was still up.
The silence settling over their corner wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it did pressure her into finding something to say. There was a lot, and nothing, and even the easier places to start felt like slippery slopes and pitfalls leading right to points of no return. But that was just her normal, right? The big fallacy was thinking it would ever have changed.
Clearing her voice, Maea gingerly peeled a few strands of wet hair from her cheek. "I never thanked you for standing with me, during the meeting," she began. "It... meant a lot. So, thank you." Lifting her gaze from the drink, her pale eyes sought his, earnest despite the shadows that still lingered about her.
The silence settling over their corner wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it did pressure her into finding something to say. There was a lot, and nothing, and even the easier places to start felt like slippery slopes and pitfalls leading right to points of no return. But that was just her normal, right? The big fallacy was thinking it would ever have changed.
Clearing her voice, Maea gingerly peeled a few strands of wet hair from her cheek. "I never thanked you for standing with me, during the meeting," she began. "It... meant a lot. So, thank you." Lifting her gaze from the drink, her pale eyes sought his, earnest despite the shadows that still lingered about her.
Don't walk away
