Maea
The worst of all blessings
This was pointless. Like trying to fight the tide, or chase rainbows. She knew it, yet still tried to reason with him - and it was like pushing against a wall. The frustration building up inside was a warning sign, yet she still couldn't entirely keep it from beading like tears in her eyes. Taking the single brush of his finger against her shoulder as an invitation, Maea slumped towards him and leaned her forehead into his chest - hiding, accepting, trying her best to be reassured despite the splintering feeling in her chest.
"You wouldn't know," she grumbled. "That's why it's a compulsion. That's why... I'm sorry. But I can't accept going to Stormbreak. I trust you - but not them."
The shoulder beneath his fingertip was tense, tight with worry that this would mean that he wouldn't stay. That she wouldn't be good enough if she wasn't like him, that they couldn't overcome the purple haze that befuddled his mind - that despite it all, he would have been changed into someone she couldn't feel safe around anymore.
"You wouldn't know," she grumbled. "That's why it's a compulsion. That's why... I'm sorry. But I can't accept going to Stormbreak. I trust you - but not them."
The shoulder beneath his fingertip was tense, tight with worry that this would mean that he wouldn't stay. That she wouldn't be good enough if she wasn't like him, that they couldn't overcome the purple haze that befuddled his mind - that despite it all, he would have been changed into someone she couldn't feel safe around anymore.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
