// somebody told me that there's two sides to this life //
Pausing with the glass half raised to her lips, Maea gave him a quick look. Shrugging, she took a long sip. "I've been washing more glass that I can count this week," she murmured over the rim, as the liquor burned its way down her throat. "Just sparing myself more work than necessary."
The list was miserably short, and confirmed a suspicion she'd had that Asta had been making shit up on his own. Rolling her eyes a tad sourly, she drowned her opinions in more alcohol - at least the burn helped keeping her breathless enough not to make any more mistakes.
"I'll have to do that." Someday. When she could look at the man without wanting to throw him off the Spire. Gods knew how long it would take, given her memory. More important was the way the temperature between her and Danta seemed to be returning to normal.
"I'm sorry for calling you a failure," she murmured, sinking into a chair opposite his desk. "Never meant it that way."
The list was miserably short, and confirmed a suspicion she'd had that Asta had been making shit up on his own. Rolling her eyes a tad sourly, she drowned her opinions in more alcohol - at least the burn helped keeping her breathless enough not to make any more mistakes.
"I'll have to do that." Someday. When she could look at the man without wanting to throw him off the Spire. Gods knew how long it would take, given her memory. More important was the way the temperature between her and Danta seemed to be returning to normal.
"I'm sorry for calling you a failure," she murmured, sinking into a chair opposite his desk. "Never meant it that way."
Maea
// I think I might've chosen darkness over light //
