Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
She winced at the pain and redness spreading across Maea's face. Thal immediately regretted her outburst. Every new piece of information only deepened the feeling that she was in the wrong. The words felt empty and childish as she asked, "So... you really did die?" Hitting someone who'd died didn't seem like the kind of thing to welcome good karma. She'd already been cursed once this season. She didn't need to ask for more.
The reaction to death was understandable, but Thal hung on the guilt. Her hands swiped at the wetness on her face, too baffled to notice that it wasn't melted snow. "That doesn't matter to me. I lived. You died!" The words made her wince, truly uncaring that she'd been injured by Maea's magic. The only pain she felt was betrayal. "I thought we were friends, and I left you!" Her teeth bared against the words, half angry at herself for failing at such a simple task as friendship and half furious with Maea for tricking her into feeling that way to begin with.
Thal shook her head, her dark hair catching in the cold air. She couldn't even feel it anymore, the overwhelming emotions boiling her blood as she tried to grapple with the truth. "Everywhere I turned, people let me push them away, but you didn't. I thought maybe I'd finally found a friend. But no, instead, you pushed me away with this bullshit about hurting me." These dang snowflakes kept falling against her cheeks and she used her sleeve the wipe them away again, trying to see Maea through the haze.
She finally realized she was crying. She couldn't remember the last time she'd done that, too numb and confused to feel much of anything. Yet the saltiness wetting her lips confirmed it all, making her all the more hysterical at the infuriating emotional response. Thal gripped at her hair, turning to step away before coming back, throwing her hands down. "You didn't even give me the choice!" Her voice broke. She knew it was selfish, that she was trying to project her own guilt, but she didn't care, torn between wanting to hug Maea or slap her again.
The reaction to death was understandable, but Thal hung on the guilt. Her hands swiped at the wetness on her face, too baffled to notice that it wasn't melted snow. "That doesn't matter to me. I lived. You died!" The words made her wince, truly uncaring that she'd been injured by Maea's magic. The only pain she felt was betrayal. "I thought we were friends, and I left you!" Her teeth bared against the words, half angry at herself for failing at such a simple task as friendship and half furious with Maea for tricking her into feeling that way to begin with.
Thal shook her head, her dark hair catching in the cold air. She couldn't even feel it anymore, the overwhelming emotions boiling her blood as she tried to grapple with the truth. "Everywhere I turned, people let me push them away, but you didn't. I thought maybe I'd finally found a friend. But no, instead, you pushed me away with this bullshit about hurting me." These dang snowflakes kept falling against her cheeks and she used her sleeve the wipe them away again, trying to see Maea through the haze.
She finally realized she was crying. She couldn't remember the last time she'd done that, too numb and confused to feel much of anything. Yet the saltiness wetting her lips confirmed it all, making her all the more hysterical at the infuriating emotional response. Thal gripped at her hair, turning to step away before coming back, throwing her hands down. "You didn't even give me the choice!" Her voice broke. She knew it was selfish, that she was trying to project her own guilt, but she didn't care, torn between wanting to hug Maea or slap her again.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
