// won't you breathe with me? //
" – and if not at the table, then on it, or any other available surface," Maea agreed, grinning broadly. They'd only had charcoal sticks and they were easy enough to clean up, but there had been no end to the mischief the young ones could get up to. Her brother hadn't been a strict father, either; more than once she had caught him saving some scribble or other on some obscure part of a wall, until time and wear faded the lines beyond recognition.
"In comparison, living on my own has been very calm, very quiet, and very boring. Even when I tried living with a roommate this last period before leaving the Grounds, I was alone more often than not - Ophelia was almost never at home at the same time as me." And Maea had spent more time in the Atheneum and her office than anywhere else. It should have been a telling sign long before the debacle with Asta. Even when she'd thought she was settling in, something just kept chafing.
"In comparison, living on my own has been very calm, very quiet, and very boring. Even when I tried living with a roommate this last period before leaving the Grounds, I was alone more often than not - Ophelia was almost never at home at the same time as me." And Maea had spent more time in the Atheneum and her office than anywhere else. It should have been a telling sign long before the debacle with Asta. Even when she'd thought she was settling in, something just kept chafing.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
