// somebody told me that there's two sides to this life //
Digging through a pile of what seemed to be discarded or forgotten clothes - gloves, scarfs, hats and the odd boot someone must have lost in a snowdrift -Maea's hands were quickly darkening under a layer of mud and grime. Separating the items into a pile that could be saved or mended, and another that would end up on the pyre, she kept her eyes on the work for the most part. It felt easier than looking at Asta, with less need to master her expressions - she'd always been bad at that anyway, so it was rather pointless.
"It isn't, that's my choice" she agreed, "but you are in a position to influence it. Danta says you make the rules since it's your job to keep the peace, and that's why I am asking you whether my comfort matters to you." Straightening for a moment to wipe a smudge of icy slush off her fingers and warm them up, Maea stared off at the horizon. "I'm already compromising too. If it was anyone else - anywhere else - I would be gone already and I'd be screaming about what I saw from every rooftop along the way. But I realize that you're not the worst kind of person there is in this world. I'd even go so far as to say you might be among the better ones. And yet, I still can't sleep at night. The idea alone of what goes on when I'm not looking... it's been the source of my nightmares long before this. Are you saying that I should just live with that? That there's nothing you can or would do to help me be comfortable in this place?"
Was it not her home too? Or was it simply a place she was permitted to stay in, as long as she kept her mouth shut and ignored her own needs and wishes? That sounded deeply unfair towards her, and towards anyone else who might wish to stay yet did not share the same tendencies as Astaroth. The only reason there weren't more people banging on his door about this was likely because out of everyone, she was the only one who knew. Because he had elected to share this with her.
"It isn't, that's my choice" she agreed, "but you are in a position to influence it. Danta says you make the rules since it's your job to keep the peace, and that's why I am asking you whether my comfort matters to you." Straightening for a moment to wipe a smudge of icy slush off her fingers and warm them up, Maea stared off at the horizon. "I'm already compromising too. If it was anyone else - anywhere else - I would be gone already and I'd be screaming about what I saw from every rooftop along the way. But I realize that you're not the worst kind of person there is in this world. I'd even go so far as to say you might be among the better ones. And yet, I still can't sleep at night. The idea alone of what goes on when I'm not looking... it's been the source of my nightmares long before this. Are you saying that I should just live with that? That there's nothing you can or would do to help me be comfortable in this place?"
Was it not her home too? Or was it simply a place she was permitted to stay in, as long as she kept her mouth shut and ignored her own needs and wishes? That sounded deeply unfair towards her, and towards anyone else who might wish to stay yet did not share the same tendencies as Astaroth. The only reason there weren't more people banging on his door about this was likely because out of everyone, she was the only one who knew. Because he had elected to share this with her.
Maea
// I think I might've chosen darkness over light //
