MAEA
"Oh, I'm sure you could come up with something else," she hummed, an amused brow rising over the smug contentment at having made him flinch, even a little. "Why, are you worried someone might try to take your place?"
Still savoring the flavor of him on her lips, Maea turned under his hands, letting herself be steered away even though it meant having to let go of him. She pulled her hair forward over a shoulder, entrusting all of her bruised, beaten back to Sunjata. So sure he wouldn't hurt her more than he had to in order to get her cleaned up, so willing to endure that necessary pain... because it was him.
"Well, it's... challenging," she admitted, thinking fast to sort out what she could comfortably tell him and not. "They are strict, but the lessons are interesting, and there is always something new to do. So far we've only had to deal with Zariah once... though I'm sure it's not the last time." She filled her hands with water and brought it to her face, rinsing off lather and soap from the eyes. "Loren is training me regularly too... I'm not sure who benefits more form it though, between us. Half the time it deteriorates into existential crisis talks." Though she tried to say it lightly, it was clear the sessions weren't all that fun for her. Damned difficult and heavy, was more correct.
Still savoring the flavor of him on her lips, Maea turned under his hands, letting herself be steered away even though it meant having to let go of him. She pulled her hair forward over a shoulder, entrusting all of her bruised, beaten back to Sunjata. So sure he wouldn't hurt her more than he had to in order to get her cleaned up, so willing to endure that necessary pain... because it was him.
"Well, it's... challenging," she admitted, thinking fast to sort out what she could comfortably tell him and not. "They are strict, but the lessons are interesting, and there is always something new to do. So far we've only had to deal with Zariah once... though I'm sure it's not the last time." She filled her hands with water and brought it to her face, rinsing off lather and soap from the eyes. "Loren is training me regularly too... I'm not sure who benefits more form it though, between us. Half the time it deteriorates into existential crisis talks." Though she tried to say it lightly, it was clear the sessions weren't all that fun for her. Damned difficult and heavy, was more correct.
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
