Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
It would be easy to brush him off again, to claim everything was fine and that she'd just had a long day. But the persistent concern was touching enough that Maea relented, sighing lightly before softening her serviceable smile into a quick grimace. "Dunno. I just... need to keep busy. Did I tell you this is the first LongNight I've spent in the Grounds in about ten years? Not a fan." Getting tired of my own words
The consistent opening of doors, the relentless darkness outside, blaring music and loud voices ringing into the night; it all rubbed her nerves raw.
"It's probably silly, but I keep having this feeling like something is going to happen." If he knew anything that could help against that, perhaps she could get off her feet for a bit.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
