You're so cold
but you feel alive
Was it truly okay? The short girl stared at Wessex as if waiting for the catch, the eyeroll, the quiet judgement behind such simple acceptance - it couldn't be that easy - but it didn't come. And Maea swallowed thickly against the stark revelation of how distrustful she really was, how prepared she always were to see the worst in people.
It was so very easy to accept that everyone must think badly of her, that this simple yet slightly awkward attempt to connect left her bewildered.
"Oh. Yes. If it's an emergency... Thank you." Her relief was palpable, and likely she would have agreed to anything the Wraith suggested. What she put forth brought a tiny smile to the younger Ascended's lips, and Maea nodded even as she backed up a few steps.
"Alright, sounds good. I'm ready." Was she really? Not at all. Fractured thoughts and splinters of feeling kept tugging at her attention - whatever the demigod pulled out would likely be a surprise.
It was fine. If she got a good whooping, it was no more than she deserved.
It was so very easy to accept that everyone must think badly of her, that this simple yet slightly awkward attempt to connect left her bewildered.
"Oh. Yes. If it's an emergency... Thank you." Her relief was palpable, and likely she would have agreed to anything the Wraith suggested. What she put forth brought a tiny smile to the younger Ascended's lips, and Maea nodded even as she backed up a few steps.
"Alright, sounds good. I'm ready." Was she really? Not at all. Fractured thoughts and splinters of feeling kept tugging at her attention - whatever the demigod pulled out would likely be a surprise.
It was fine. If she got a good whooping, it was no more than she deserved.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
