The coldest blood runs through my veins
This couldn't have gotten any worse if she'd tried to fuck up. Now Thalassa's cold laughter rang in her ears as Maea struggled to rise, the splitting sensation in her head accentuated by the throbbing nose and a white-hot point of agony in her back. But the physical wounds she could heal. Worse by far was the withering desire to just drop this matter, since she seemed to be the only one who truly cared about the outcome. So what if it was her third chance, of fifth, or hundredth? Since when did friendship rest on a countdown towards a point of no return? Maea knew she had things to atone for, that was never a thing to argue against, but what was up with the icy reception?
Staggering as her legs and the ship swayed in opposite directions, the pale figure dragged herself across the deck and down the gangway. Nothing had been resolved the way she'd hoped to, and a big, looming cloud of doubt was all she'd gained from her attempts. Questioning the value of trying when it seemed so utterly one sided. It was a question that would keep haunting her long after the bruises had faded.
[FIN]
Staggering as her legs and the ship swayed in opposite directions, the pale figure dragged herself across the deck and down the gangway. Nothing had been resolved the way she'd hoped to, and a big, looming cloud of doubt was all she'd gained from her attempts. Questioning the value of trying when it seemed so utterly one sided. It was a question that would keep haunting her long after the bruises had faded.
[FIN]
You know my name
Table by Skylark
