Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Oh, karma, what a swift and unforgiving mistress. It punished Maea for even a moment of smugness and made sure that she didn't last a moment longer than Thalassa had. Once caught fleeing the scattering crates and darting out of the way of irate fae shopkeepers, she flapped glumly back to the base and settled on a bench to wait for the turn to end. Getting tired of my own words
Shifting back to the petite albino woman, she sulked quietly with chin in hand, reflecting on the swift ups and downs of life. This morning she had been sure she'd never hold a conversation with Melita again. Now they were playing games like Maea had never been shot. At some point this would all make sense, she was sure, but right now..?
Again she sighed, resigning herself to wait.
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Maea returned to base, waiting for the next round.
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
