Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Oh the irony. What would he do when he realized that the true author of her suffering was none other than herself? She loved him desperately for the thunderous silence that demanded a name to take vengance on, and for the way his hands remained kind even with emotions surging high, but it was utterly misplaced. There were no villains in this story. Only foolishness and grief and too many mistakes to count. Getting tired of my own words
Drawing a shuddering breath, Maea closed her eyes against the intensity of his gaze and leaned hger cheek into his touch, craving the heat against skin that was colder than usual. "It was my own fault. I fought with Thalassa at the part, that's why I was kicked out. Afterwards I had to cool my head, so I flew... just flew. I was on my way back when I ran into a griffin." Her mouth twisted, a curling of the lips that screamed of self deprecation and disgust. "For some reason I decided it was a good idea to mess with it. Only, it turned out to be Noah, who happens to hate dragons with a passion. It... didn't go well. But he was able to get me to Haulani, and the healing fountain. He didn't know it was me," she added quickly, afraid that the incident would inflame the relation between the two men. She didn't want that. Couldn't bear the thought that she'd cause such a thing by hehr recklessness.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
