// I tried to scream but my head was underwater //
Apparently, the popularity of this place had not registered with Maea. It was her first time coming here, and it was abundantly clear that she wasn't the type to follow trends or do what everyone else was doing. But neither of those things mattered; a flicker of annoyance passed across her face as she glanced at Flora. But it was Asta who retained her attention, and it was to him she responded.
"I would like nothing more. You of all people should know that it's not always that easy, though, right? We don't always control what triggers us." He had panicked too - he should know first hand what she was talking about.
Looking at Flora again, Maea restrained an urge to trub her temples and groan - this was why she hadn't bothered saying anything at first. The part where she struggled, where she kept messing up. The whole trying to control people's reactions... it was as good a place to start as any. "You don't have to believe me," she said, despite the itchy feeling it gave her. "I've no doubt it must seem that way to you. But weird or not, it's the truth. Again, I am sorry for the misunderstanding. I'll leave you alone now."
To emphasize the point she took a step back, away from the bloody pond and away from the couple. A nauseous feeling in the gut kept making it hard to breathe properly, but considering the keening in her ears and her raging pulse, Maea was quite proud of herself. She was communicating. Well or poorly didn't matter right now; at least she was doing it. Her best. All that she could. If that still wasn't enough... then nothing would be.
"I would like nothing more. You of all people should know that it's not always that easy, though, right? We don't always control what triggers us." He had panicked too - he should know first hand what she was talking about.
Looking at Flora again, Maea restrained an urge to trub her temples and groan - this was why she hadn't bothered saying anything at first. The part where she struggled, where she kept messing up. The whole trying to control people's reactions... it was as good a place to start as any. "You don't have to believe me," she said, despite the itchy feeling it gave her. "I've no doubt it must seem that way to you. But weird or not, it's the truth. Again, I am sorry for the misunderstanding. I'll leave you alone now."
To emphasize the point she took a step back, away from the bloody pond and away from the couple. A nauseous feeling in the gut kept making it hard to breathe properly, but considering the keening in her ears and her raging pulse, Maea was quite proud of herself. She was communicating. Well or poorly didn't matter right now; at least she was doing it. Her best. All that she could. If that still wasn't enough... then nothing would be.
Maea
// They called me weak, like I'm not just somebody's daughter //
