Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
"This," she repeated vaguely, a she slipped through the open door. "Saving me from shit I should have been able to fix on my own, holding my hand, putting me to bed..." Sighing wistfully, Maea kicked off her shoes and headed straight for the bed to sit down. Perhaps she ought to be a bit more hesitant about it... but it felt rather pointless. If she hadn't been able to win the argument last time, she wouldn't stand a chance now. Getting tired of my own words
"Are you going back to work?" she wondered, working on a button at the neck of the bartender uniform. Refraining from commenting on whether he'd be able to survive the curse of her presence or not, she was still undecided whether rest really was something she wanted. On one hand, if he left she would be able to sneak out again after a while. On the other, she would be alone...
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
