Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Maea shifted in her seat, uncomfortably aware that she had done precious little 'listening' to anything or anyone over the years. Herself least of all. Reaching for her slice of fruit tart, she picked it up with her fingers and took a bite, reflecting that the sweet tartness if berries was a far cry from what instinct would have her savor. The deep ruby color of the filling was right, but that was also the end of it. The lacking satisfaction in the bite suggested she would have to go hunting soon... a thought that had her lips curling in what could be distaste. Or perhaps despair. Out of all the things that tormented her, the present was by far the biggest wound.Getting tired of my own words
"What if I don't like what I find?" she wondered, frowning at her food. "What if there are things I can't forgive, things shouldn't be allowed to exist? I – " She drew in a breath, hating that she would have to explain. "Being Ancient... comes with drives. Needs, impulses, that I find... alarming. I don't want to feel them, I don't want to act on them, but if I don't I'll turn to stone. I don't know... how to accept things like that without turning into someone I don't want to be."
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
