Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Humming something unintelligible, she didn't have to feign the soft sigh of comfort as the blanket was pulled up over her. It was a sweet gesture, and almost made her change her mind about following him. Almost. Getting tired of my own words
Waiting for a moment until the sound of his footsteps had faded outside, Maea got up and pulled the shoes back on. Stealing a cloak from his hangers she pulled the hood over her head and glamored away her tail before slipping out into the corridor. Making her way across the Dusklight wasn't easy, but the real test came when she reached the door. Opening it went against everything she had been taught for over twenty years, and if it hadn't been for a group of revelers pushing past, she might have balked and turned back. As it was the got caught up in their wake, followed through the doorway - and found herself outside in the biting cold, with black night pressing down on the fires in windows and streetlights.
Panic burned in her chest as she tailed the Butcher off through the streets, his tracks easy enough to pick out due to sheer size and depth in the snow. She caught the back of him as he disappeared through the door to the Ironbolt penitentiary. Making her way around the building, she looked for a window to peer in through; the chance of finding another entrance was slim, but at least she should be able to see what he was up to. Straining against a jaw-creaking yawn, she raked her teeth against her lip again; the pain brought her some clarity, and with bated breath Maea cozied up against the wall to peer inside.
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
