Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Gradually, with each swallow of life-bringing fluid, things began to make sense again. Her limbs, while numb and unweildy, were still there. The void was a grainy stone ceiling over her head. The inside of her mouth had grown slick - it was, on the whole, a good thing that she couldn't taste much. Amun was babbling something incoherent; she wanted to argue but forgot about what, too lost in the shufting hues of her brother's eyes. Who would have thought that brown could have so many colors? Or that their conversation about saving each other's lives so long ago would end up being fulfilled in a situation like this...
At some point, this was going to become awkward.
But even as the thought flitted through her mind, her jaw clamped down harder on his wrist. Her hand under his hand closed into an iron grip that would probably have hurt like all hells. It was, on the whole, a good thing he couldn't feel much.
Heels scrabbled feebly against the ground as she tried to push herself up to sit, to inch closer. If it had been anyone else... but this was fine. If it was for Amun, she could try.
At some point, this was going to become awkward.
But even as the thought flitted through her mind, her jaw clamped down harder on his wrist. Her hand under his hand closed into an iron grip that would probably have hurt like all hells. It was, on the whole, a good thing he couldn't feel much.
Heels scrabbled feebly against the ground as she tried to push herself up to sit, to inch closer. If it had been anyone else... but this was fine. If it was for Amun, she could try.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
