Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Bristling at the implication that she looked weak or in need of rescue, the Ancient hissed back at the little dragon, tail thrashing testily behind her. "Oh really. And even if that was the case, what would you do about it? You can't even bring yourself to look at me." Getting tired of my own words
Not that she wanted him to. It was just irritating to see him cower, and infuriating to be a concern to a complete stranger. That they had met twice before meant nothing. She didn't know this man, didn't need his help, and Maea was not in the mood to placate him. A yawning pit reigned where care usually lived, and it was so very tempting to let it swallow her up completely.
It lent an arrogance to her stance, a dangerous gleam in her eyes and in some petulant display of defiance she hurled another handful of flame into the water. Let the dragon growl all it wished - their bonded didn't need to linger in the splash zone.
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
