Maea
And I never know what to say
'Til I'm already walking away
Up was down, left and right had switched places, and from a place high above - or was it deep below? - Danta's whisper slipped sinuous as a serpent into her consciousness. Maea had to fight back a sob of relief; he believed her. He believed her. Nothing was over and nothing had begun but at least that much this pain had bought her.
"Th-thank you," she slurred, voice nearly gone, much like his was. "Thank you, thank you..." It was enough. It was plenty. More than she deserved, and absolutely enough to make her determined to extend the apology to Asta the first chance she got. No more of this waiting - there would never be a good timing to catch, anyway.
Slumping down on the mossy ground, finally she allowed herself to surrender to exhaustion. As blood slowly dripped from her nose, all thoughts ceased and some stillness took over that wasn't quite peace nor entirely relief – yeah, catharsis was a good word for it.
"Th-thank you," she slurred, voice nearly gone, much like his was. "Thank you, thank you..." It was enough. It was plenty. More than she deserved, and absolutely enough to make her determined to extend the apology to Asta the first chance she got. No more of this waiting - there would never be a good timing to catch, anyway.
Slumping down on the mossy ground, finally she allowed herself to surrender to exhaustion. As blood slowly dripped from her nose, all thoughts ceased and some stillness took over that wasn't quite peace nor entirely relief – yeah, catharsis was a good word for it.
Wanna punch you in the face
But I won't, but I might, but I won't
