Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
He was so tense beneath her palms. She felt him think, though couldn’t follow the train of thought. Didn't know what truths he allowed himself to believe or what wounds he found, though she hoped he would allow her to know about them, at some point. Whether now or later, whenever he was ready to give voice to the darkness and pain she glimpsed in his eyes. Getting tired of my own words
For the moment, she was just glad to have her worst fears turn to dust, scattering across the bathroom floor along with the rest of the unnecessary things. The hands cradling her were still warm, still safe, and now she was finally able to tell him the full truth.
"I'm so sorry for leaving you," she murmured, aching at the memory. "A rose grew right in front of us as I was speaking with Thalassa. She wanted to burn it, and all I could think was that I had to keep it safe - from you, too." Reaching up so she could slip her arms around his neck in a proper embrace, Maea gritted her teeth against the recollection of discovering that her efforts had been in vain. "Ludo took it from me. I had it, but it took it away - I was so furious, I couldn't think clearly."
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
