Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Heartened by the encouraging words, Maea leaned back and seemed to melt into her seat. Tension bled away from thin shoulders, and she even borrowed a lick of flame from a nearby candle to re-heat her drink. It would make the herbs and spices a tad bitter, but that was only good; she could use some grounding after all the mental summersaults. Getting tired of my own words
"Well then. Since you both offer and enjoy it, I'll make sure to keep regular contact with you. That way I can keep you entertained." A glint of humor brightened her expression.
As for what she would do next? Maea considered her options. "I might... relocate. With a change of scenery, it should be easier to form new habits. Break patterns, think differently... I'll consider it, at least." Slipping from the mug, the renewed heat filling her mouth was bracing. The remaining bites of pie vanished too, and a rare sense of peace began to emanate from her gut. Full and warm and a little tired, she could do with a nap. "What about you? Going back to Halo?"
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
