Michael
OUT OF DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
She was gonna leave.
He knew it, saw it in those eyes. In her features. Why she'd come here to greet him he didn't know. Maybe part of her was seeking the familiar, too. He didn't know her story, what she'd been through since the last time he'd seen her here. Had no way to know how she'd come to be a guild master, however small, didn't truly CARE enough to ask because at the end of the day, in the wake of the mayhem crushing, crashing all around them, it didn't matter.
He'd been impulsive, had hoped for…
What?
They were still strangers, had only seen each other for a short time. Some banter, bickering, the sharing of drinks. Nothing truly given or taken from either of them, though that didn't make her unimportant. Whether she wanted it or not, in this very moment, Maea was one of the most significant parts of his life. A life that had become very small, a life that was being driven by that VOICE, by the void, by things he didn't understand, and the ONLY thing that he really knew was that he still liked beef jerky and that her face was the same.
She didn't have to be the same, it was WHATEVER, but as long as he could look at her and see something familiar in this mass of chaos…
It was okay.
It was pathetic, but…
It was okay…
She asked to sit, and he nodded. Gestured to her without lifting his elbow from the table to the chair across from him. A low snort when she stated the word 'alarming', trepidation coiling viper-like in his chest. He'd opened up to her, shown vulnerability. Instantly believed it was a mistake, but there was no turning back now. No running away from the only person in this place that he could hold onto.
How very FUCKING sad. The beratement of his own self, hatred directed toward his core, a shift of his body. Uncomfortable, more uncertain than ever.
What the fuck was he doing?
"Yeah, sit. Didn't figure you would stick around after that eye opener." A very small quirk of his mouth. Fake humor to try and hide the worry. The fear. "Have you heard any? The voices?"
Fully aware of how insane he sounded, even more aware that he didn't care.
He couldn't be the only god damn one.
YOU PULL THE TRIGGER YOURSELF
