Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
So, for once the rumors had been right, and she had lost yet another friend. The world was one good man shorter, and it was utterly unfair that the sun kept rising and setting like it did not matter. Would that she could trade places with him, and bring back even just a sliver of the warmth, kindness and understanding that had been Harper's hallmark. Getting tired of my own words
Silence hung heavy in the air. It had her shifting uncomfortably that Hadama broke it, his question flat and filled with admonition. Leastways, that's how it seemed to her. And she knew what her answer should be. 'Of course not', and 'I'm sorry' like repeating the words might somehow soothe whatever the man was feeling right now. But it wouldn't be true, and Maea suspected they both knew that.
"I think, that hurt is all I bring to anyone, whether I intend to or not," came her slow response. Matter of fact, because that's what she believed. "Whether I am around, or not... it doesn't seem to make a difference." Harming when she tried to help, shots going wild and striking wrong targets when she actually gave in to the destruction... discord rippling from everything she touched like oil spilled onto water. It was so fitting of a child of Dygra, and so ironic that it was the opposite of anything she had ever wanted to be.
"At the very least, staying away should have minimized the damage I inevitably do."
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
