You're so cold
but you feel alive
He seemed fidgety to her. Unable to stand still, hands constantly roving from one trinket to the next. And the face was constantly shifting. Eyes winking, smiles forming and fading, voice changing timbre, tone, volume; it was so hard to keep up. Was he feeling any of it, or was it just a mask? Like the one she usually wore; smiling, unperturbed, reserved but polite. Maea found she couldn't read this man, couldn't predict what he would do from one moment to the next.
"You don't," she replied with a shrug. "It's just what I'm used to. Someone's always supposed to have a task. If not, they don't have a purpose, and become a burden. It's more sensible to keep to what has been... so that won't happen. For the community. For the Hollowed Grounds. For the future.
"If you've only been here half a year then you never saw the barrier. You wouldn't know what it was like to live here before... I don't expect you to understand."
What did he know, indeed. Could he tell how deeply she was rooted to this place, and how much it hurt to pull them out? Doubtful. And she did not expect him to care about it either.
"Can I get you anything? There's no food, but something to drink perhaps?" Thirst burned in her own throat, and though she knew Rexanna had said the ascended did not eat or drink, she could not fathom it.
"You don't," she replied with a shrug. "It's just what I'm used to. Someone's always supposed to have a task. If not, they don't have a purpose, and become a burden. It's more sensible to keep to what has been... so that won't happen. For the community. For the Hollowed Grounds. For the future.
"If you've only been here half a year then you never saw the barrier. You wouldn't know what it was like to live here before... I don't expect you to understand."
What did he know, indeed. Could he tell how deeply she was rooted to this place, and how much it hurt to pull them out? Doubtful. And she did not expect him to care about it either.
"Can I get you anything? There's no food, but something to drink perhaps?" Thirst burned in her own throat, and though she knew Rexanna had said the ascended did not eat or drink, she could not fathom it.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
