Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
She felt the tension in his spine, sensed it shift and fluctuate with her recounting of the events. Perhaps it would have been better if it found a release somehow, just as it would have been better if she could have cried that day, soaked to the bone in the fountain, but they had no such luck. Too used to internalising problems, they were equally good at swallowing down sadness and rage and letting it fester. That Liam didn't blame any of them was a relief, but the silence that hovered where a third person could have been mentioned spoke volumes to Maea. She sighed. Getting tired of my own words
"It wasn't Thal's fault," she admitted, though with a slight reluctance. "I bothered her, and then fucked up when I tried to start over... I shouldn't have lost my temper." Reaching up, she covered one of his hands with her own, savoring the feel of sun-tanned skin and calloused fingers under her fingertips. Turning her head aside she brushed her lips against his palm; soothing him or herself, or maybe both at once.
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
