Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Maybe more rum really was the answer to her problems in this case. Maybe it was also the worst thing she could do to herself. Like choosing which way to start down an unfamiliar labyrinth, it was a choice that wouldn't see a resolution until it stared her in the face, at which point it would already be too late. Watching the surface of the liquid ripple and grow still within the glass, she could always choose not to drink. Of course, that also meant not changing anything.
"I'd say we're polar opposites there," she admitted. "There's never been such a thing as 'just sex' to me. It's letting my guard down, letting someone see past the surface, being vulnerable... " Tracing the rim of her glass, her shoulders rose and fell beneath the dark velvet of her dress. "I can't imagine money ever being enough to buy that kind of trust. I kind of wish it was different though. You seem far freer in your end of thing."
Bringing the glass to her lips, the liqour burned it's way down her throat. Was the taste growing on her? The swallow seemed deliberate, a carefully selected action - like stepping out on ice without knowing how thick it was.
"I'd say we're polar opposites there," she admitted. "There's never been such a thing as 'just sex' to me. It's letting my guard down, letting someone see past the surface, being vulnerable... " Tracing the rim of her glass, her shoulders rose and fell beneath the dark velvet of her dress. "I can't imagine money ever being enough to buy that kind of trust. I kind of wish it was different though. You seem far freer in your end of thing."
Bringing the glass to her lips, the liqour burned it's way down her throat. Was the taste growing on her? The swallow seemed deliberate, a carefully selected action - like stepping out on ice without knowing how thick it was.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
