Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
The change of temperature between them was palpable. At first it surprised Maea, because she had thought Thalassa would laugh - were they not bantering earlier? But apparently not. Irritation bloomed all over again, but as silence fell after the few sparse revelations, it gradually faded to a resigned kind of sadness.
"... why is it that we can't stay on the same page for more than a minute at a time?" It was a rhetorical question, Maea didn't expect the woman to have any more answers than herself. It was just... exhausting. Never knowing what pissed Thalassa off, what she cared about, what bored her to tears. Apparently making a dig at her mind was a no no. But hadn't Thalassa just dismissed Maea's thoughts and reasoning, causing pretty much the same kind of upset? If she'd been more vindictice it would be tit for tat. Instead, Maea just felt tired and uneasy.
"... why is it that we can't stay on the same page for more than a minute at a time?" It was a rhetorical question, Maea didn't expect the woman to have any more answers than herself. It was just... exhausting. Never knowing what pissed Thalassa off, what she cared about, what bored her to tears. Apparently making a dig at her mind was a no no. But hadn't Thalassa just dismissed Maea's thoughts and reasoning, causing pretty much the same kind of upset? If she'd been more vindictice it would be tit for tat. Instead, Maea just felt tired and uneasy.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
