Theea
you lose yourself when the wind flows through your hair
you taste freedom as you fill your lungs with air
you taste freedom as you fill your lungs with air
The Spire Demon. "That's when Ronin died!" My stomach lurches the moment the words slip out, and I slam my mouth shut too late. I shake my head hard, cheeks burning. “That was really insensitive. If you guys are friends, and I just. Yikes. Um.” I clear my throat.
I take a breath and lower my voice, softer, steadier. “There are things I don’t talk about either. Or even think about, if I can help it.” My heart pounds anyway, but Maea’s smile is like a rope thrown across the water, steadying me before I drown in my own clumsy words. That’s always been my way—getting by on not thinking too hard about the cracks. Just… keeping on.
But her words about time don’t let me hide behind that. They sink right in. I swallow and glance down at the moss, picking at a blade of grass between my fingers.
“Time together sounds precious. But I’ve never really had it before. My whole life has been… nomadic. Moving around since I was a baby. Never anywhere long enough to feel like it was mine.” I glance up, meeting her pale eyes with my own, even as something twists in my chest. “So now, even though I want to believe my place isn’t temporary anymore… it’s hard. It’s hard to feel like there really is time. And harder still to feel normal when I’m standing around people with names that reshape the world, with stories and titles and strength I don’t think I’ll ever match.”
I shrug a shoulder. “I’m just… me.” I pause, and my lips purse a little. "Sorry. Don't mean to dump shit on someone I just met."
I take a breath and lower my voice, softer, steadier. “There are things I don’t talk about either. Or even think about, if I can help it.” My heart pounds anyway, but Maea’s smile is like a rope thrown across the water, steadying me before I drown in my own clumsy words. That’s always been my way—getting by on not thinking too hard about the cracks. Just… keeping on.
But her words about time don’t let me hide behind that. They sink right in. I swallow and glance down at the moss, picking at a blade of grass between my fingers.
“Time together sounds precious. But I’ve never really had it before. My whole life has been… nomadic. Moving around since I was a baby. Never anywhere long enough to feel like it was mine.” I glance up, meeting her pale eyes with my own, even as something twists in my chest. “So now, even though I want to believe my place isn’t temporary anymore… it’s hard. It’s hard to feel like there really is time. And harder still to feel normal when I’m standing around people with names that reshape the world, with stories and titles and strength I don’t think I’ll ever match.”
I shrug a shoulder. “I’m just… me.” I pause, and my lips purse a little. "Sorry. Don't mean to dump shit on someone I just met."
the time has stopped, your mind has set sail
the road is home, the stars will light the trail
the road is home, the stars will light the trail
