Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Agreeing with the definition, Maea nodded. It was more neatly phrased from Elizabeth's lips and matched her own sentiment quite well. For a moment, lines furrowed her brow at excluding the human aspect. It seemed quite important, given that the subject in question - herself - was human, too. But at least there was a chance to address it at a later time, so Maea decided not to object. Getting tired of my own words
Starting to pick up on the gentle but firm logic dissection she was being subjected to, pale eyes bored into Elizabeth's. Brief flashes of dismay and stubborn rebellion flared up in her mind, and it took some time to convince herself that she wasn't actually being manipulated. At least not for a bad purpose.
Looking away, out through the window to the whirling snow, then down at the tart - there was only a bite or two left - Maea hummed.
"Need," she replied, more quietly from before. "The predator hunts because it has to, in order to survive. The monster... because it can. And wishes to. For no particular reason." Out of boredom, perhaps, or for the pleasure of causing pain.
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
