Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Would that she could tell him that it was nothing to worry about, this voice in his head. But perhaps it might come as at least a small bit of relief that he wasn't actually going crazy. Getting tired of my own words
Licking granules of sugar off her fingers, Maea gathered the crumbs on the table beneath a finger, scooped them into a hand and unceremoniously dumped them onto the floor.
"Well... the good news is, you're not crazy. Bad news is, I can't tell you how to get rid of this voice."
Shifting strands of silvery hair away from her eyes, she assessed the vagabond for a moment. "How up to date are you on the events of the past year?" she wanted to know. "I can fill you in, if you wish - I won't claim to know everything, but as far as I know I'm decently aware of what's going on." To most others she would simply say to check the notice boards, but given just how skittish this man was, she thought better of it.
And perhaps she was a bit flattered, after all, to be the one he turned to when the world went sideways. Being needed was not a feeling she was used to, and no doubt it would go straight to her head... but it was nice.
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
