Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
"Oh, I'm sure there are, though what they are beats me - tell me where to look them up and I'll help myself." Her mouth was turning into a thin line, fraught with tension and irritation. "They're no good if they're not enforced though - and it's fucking ironic to me that it's the enforcer who's doing the most horrific things in this place. But maybe you've been made judge, jury and executioner over all who set foot in the Grounds? I must have missed that announcement too." Getting tired of my own words
Stopping outside his door, it was pure spite that kept her upright at this point. The easy thing would be to just agree with whatever Asta was saying, but Maea was far too stubborn. Her eyes flashed when he told her to get the 'record straight', as it were. "I never said he wasn't a foul git. But I'm not going to let you use that - use me - as an excuse to justify your actions! He was foul, and so is what you did. And if you think my criticism is hard to stomach, you have another thing coming for you when your secrets are exposed to the rest of the world. You think my stance is too lofty? Wait until you hear from the people who wiped Whitebrim off the map - and pray that whatever judgement is passed on you then isn't plastered onto the rest of us, because if it is? I will never forgive you."
He vanished through the door and Maea stalked off down the corridor, biting off curses as she went in search of an empty room. Despite the exhaustion it would be long hours before she finally drifted off to sleep, too worked up by what she had seen and experienced to settle down. And when she eventually woke again she felt more wrung out than before, like a dark cloud had settled over her.
[Fin]
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
