Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
And so begrudgingly it was no one's fault but her own, and that was how Maea preferred it. If she could control nothing but herself and her own actions in this life, then let her at least take responsibility for herself, however late it was in the coming. Maybe she would be able to let go of the blame towards herself too, some day, but at least for now she needed it to hurt, to check her, to remind her of how quickly even good intentions could go sideways if she let go of consideration or care. Liam's assurance spared her from seeing her wildfires spread any further, and she hugged him tighter, a tired but grateful smile offering the first glimmer of relief at being back, home, safe. Getting tired of my own words
"I want to be where you are. And maybe take a bath... here or there doesn't matter," she replied, feeling the exhaustion like a weight dragging her down, making the simplest things a slog to deal with. "Choose for me, please?" Normally she had no trouble with deciding such simple things, but the tumultuous events had taken their toll on her. Even separating from Liam to walk into the house felt like an insurmountable effort - even if she could be persuaded to let go of him. That alone might require some persuasion.
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
