With no one wearing their real face It's a whiteout of emotion
She hadn't exactly been smiling, but whatever contentment Maea had lingered in crumbled under the vitriol of Thal's response. There was a lot to unpack there, more than she wanted to touch on a night like this. Not when it left her feeling like she'd laid hand on something moldering and mildewed while fumbling in the dark, all oozing slime and repulsive stench that turned her stomach. She didn't want to... but her tongue curdled too much around the rising retort to leave it unsaid.
"No, you never say it. It's implied though. It's not me that's not good enough – only everything I say or do, the way I think, and the things I happen to feel. At least according to you. How about you stop drawing conclusions about my motives, and then we can try having an honest conversation."
She didn't reach for the glass. It was left on the table, a peace offering returned to sender and subsequently forgotten when the emerging rose stole Maea's attention. Diving for it paid off. Her fingers closed around the stem and broke it off with a clean snap, heedless of the vicious thorns as she tucked it close to the chest.
"No," came the reply, firmly rejecting any notion of a 'we' in this moment. Hiding the rose from view within the rags of her costume, as she backed away the mask fell down to cover Maea's face as well; a door closed, an opportunity wasted. "It's coming with me, and as I said, I'm leaving. Have a good night, Thalassa."
Making a move to do just that, Maea tried to leave the tables and the suddenly crackling tension, with a prickling sensation rising along the spine as she turned her back on Thalassa.
"No, you never say it. It's implied though. It's not me that's not good enough – only everything I say or do, the way I think, and the things I happen to feel. At least according to you. How about you stop drawing conclusions about my motives, and then we can try having an honest conversation."
She didn't reach for the glass. It was left on the table, a peace offering returned to sender and subsequently forgotten when the emerging rose stole Maea's attention. Diving for it paid off. Her fingers closed around the stem and broke it off with a clean snap, heedless of the vicious thorns as she tucked it close to the chest.
"No," came the reply, firmly rejecting any notion of a 'we' in this moment. Hiding the rose from view within the rags of her costume, as she backed away the mask fell down to cover Maea's face as well; a door closed, an opportunity wasted. "It's coming with me, and as I said, I'm leaving. Have a good night, Thalassa."
Making a move to do just that, Maea tried to leave the tables and the suddenly crackling tension, with a prickling sensation rising along the spine as she turned her back on Thalassa.
And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
Maea
