Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
It was a warren, a labyrinth, narrow windings of road lined with shops and bars, brothels, gambling dens, restaurants and pop-up stalls. Rooftops grew so close together that no sunlight found its way to the ground, and if you squinted, it was like being underground. Getting tired of my own words
It was a place Maea had grown more familiar with than she really wanted to, over the past year. Getting cozy with the leadership of the region sort of required it, and though she much preferred tea over alcohol and a good book over the kind of dancing that was offered in the Dusklight, it would be a lie to say that she hated it.
With the re-emergence of the sun, she had intended to make herself scarce. Unfortunately that was easier said than done. After barely seeing the inside of her home for a few days she was back in the hazy bustle of the red-light district, with a bag slung over her shoulder and a stack of groceries in her arms. Munching on a sugared bun as she strolled past the many shops and bars, she stopped outside one of them when a familiar figure glimpsing through a window caught her eye. Well. Familiar was perhaps a bit exaggerated; but she recognized the large frame, the broad shoulders and the broody frown.
Making a beeline into the bar, she wound around tables and booths and waved lightly to catch the man's attention. She was the same as before, and not; gone were the ratty clothes and listless expression. The long hair had been brushed into a high tail that cascaded down her back, and the black coat seemed both tailored and fresh; concealing an even darker dress beneath, of luxurious velvet and whispering silk that teased at crimson lining when her stride revealed slits in the skirt. If she was a little thin in the cheeks and a bit hollow eyed, it was easily mistaken for a good time, perhaps in excess; at least her warm smile at the man didn't suggest anything to be amiss.
"Hello you," she greeted him, stopping by his table. "You're still alive - that's a pleasant surprise."
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
