MAEA
Just like that, all the ways out of this were gone. Damn his willingness to help and the trust he showed her by simply accepting her word for what the stone was and what it could do. She did not deserve it, yet Maea was pathetically grateful for his faith all the same. Proud too, despite all her misgivings, that he didn't try to stop her, that he thought her capable enough to make this decision for herself.
A soft tremor shook her lithe frame as the burden of that responsibility settled on her shoulders. For a while she stood frozen, the grip of her pale fingers around Liam's growing ever tighter as cold dread washed over her. Then, stiffly, she let go of him and began to pull off her dress. The less bulk around her legs the better - anything that could snag and trap her, anything that weighed her down was removed and placed neatly into a pile on the ground.
Dressed down to her underwear, she carefully avoided looking at the soldier. It was easier that way, to pretend like she couldn't feel his presence like a tangible touch against her bare skin. Swallowing against the dryness of her mouth, Maea padded on bare feet to the rim of the pool, crouched down to touch the water, only to shudder - not so much from the cold, though it was on the chilly side. No, it was the thought of entering it, of feeling it close over her head and know that the only way out lay long meters ahead.
"I hate this," she complained, a half-whispered whine - and with a deep breath she plunged in. Before second thoughts and survival instinct could get the better of her.
A soft tremor shook her lithe frame as the burden of that responsibility settled on her shoulders. For a while she stood frozen, the grip of her pale fingers around Liam's growing ever tighter as cold dread washed over her. Then, stiffly, she let go of him and began to pull off her dress. The less bulk around her legs the better - anything that could snag and trap her, anything that weighed her down was removed and placed neatly into a pile on the ground.
Dressed down to her underwear, she carefully avoided looking at the soldier. It was easier that way, to pretend like she couldn't feel his presence like a tangible touch against her bare skin. Swallowing against the dryness of her mouth, Maea padded on bare feet to the rim of the pool, crouched down to touch the water, only to shudder - not so much from the cold, though it was on the chilly side. No, it was the thought of entering it, of feeling it close over her head and know that the only way out lay long meters ahead.
"I hate this," she complained, a half-whispered whine - and with a deep breath she plunged in. Before second thoughts and survival instinct could get the better of her.
Bleeding out for you
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
