Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Applauding the girl with genuine appreciation for the choice of words, Maea huffed a dry bit of laugh. "He better be, I'm not writing it down. And if he's really listening - Stay out of my head, please." Casting about with a beliggerent sort of glare, she almost immediately regretted saying anything. The confidence would not last if the weird Family member showed up in person, and the very idea that everything they said would be monitored prickled her skin with unease. Getting tired of my own words
Shuddering, she dragged a hand through her hair, pushing it back from the face. "Let's, uh... let's keep going. We can make poems about something else, if you'd like?" They had a lot of ground to cover before combing through Frey's Breath, and longer still until the sister caught up. Maea could think of worse ways to pass the time.
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
