Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
A brow arched in mild astonishment at the statement. He looked like he hadn't slept properly in weeks, and that wing... a new shift? It was clearly broken. Visible bruises were fading, but how many new ones were hidden beneath the clothes? But it had been a good night. So far.
"I see," she mused. "That's good." Worried, despite telling herself that he could look after himself. He really could. But then, why did she get the impression that too loud a whisper might see him fall to pieces?
"It has been quiet. I don't seem to get tired anymore... it leaves much room for thinking about things." Colorless lips quirked into a dry little smile. Thinking about him, mostly. About them. Past and present, futures that could and might and would never be. Puzzle pieces scattered on the ground. Some broken now, perhaps beyond repair.
"Want to sit for a bit?" She gestured towards the rocks beside her in a casual invitation. While her neck did not exactly strain, it felt uncomfortable to have him hover so far away, like some skittish fawn that might bolt at a sudden move. Her own sense of awkward came and went, elusive, there and gone again as her emotions fluctuated. It vexed Maea; ridiculous that it should be so difficult to talk when they had been so close before.
But then, perhaps that was the reason for all the hesitation, the tentative feeling about. It was so very easy to hurt when you stood skin to skin. The other, and yourself as well.
"I see," she mused. "That's good." Worried, despite telling herself that he could look after himself. He really could. But then, why did she get the impression that too loud a whisper might see him fall to pieces?
"It has been quiet. I don't seem to get tired anymore... it leaves much room for thinking about things." Colorless lips quirked into a dry little smile. Thinking about him, mostly. About them. Past and present, futures that could and might and would never be. Puzzle pieces scattered on the ground. Some broken now, perhaps beyond repair.
"Want to sit for a bit?" She gestured towards the rocks beside her in a casual invitation. While her neck did not exactly strain, it felt uncomfortable to have him hover so far away, like some skittish fawn that might bolt at a sudden move. Her own sense of awkward came and went, elusive, there and gone again as her emotions fluctuated. It vexed Maea; ridiculous that it should be so difficult to talk when they had been so close before.
But then, perhaps that was the reason for all the hesitation, the tentative feeling about. It was so very easy to hurt when you stood skin to skin. The other, and yourself as well.
