Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Listening attentively in turn, Maea did her best to simply accept the sentiment for what it was. It was a big flaw of hers to argue back, to contradict and justify herself even to her own detriment, and it rarely served her. Sipping on the mulled cider, her gaze had a distant look about it, no doubt touching on the aches and pains that kept haunting her. Getting tired of my own words
"How... would I go about doing that? I've tried talking about some things with friends in the past, but it hasn't really helped much." Harper had made her feel less alone, though no less guilty for her actions and the harm they casused. Evie had admittedly helped her lance an abcess of old resentment, but meeting her again had only reinforced how different Maea had become, how changed their shared homeland was from what they knew. Sunjata remained an open wound no matter how she wished to leave what happened between them in the past, and as for Astaroth and Danta... they loomed in her mind as a testament tro her inability to embrace what she had become. If she couldn't accept their nature, how would she ever tolerate herself?
"What is the difference between recognizing the feelings and just... ruminating?"
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
