You're so cold
but you feel alive
And there it was. Just like that, in that one ageless, ancient glance, he embodied everything Maea feared. The absolute separation from everything that was natural and transient, the cold lack of need of anything and anyone. It's what she'd heard stories about, what came to her in her nightmares... what she feared to become, should she stray too far from the grace of her gods.
"I never tried to do any such thing" she countered, lips gone pale and numb. He'd said he wouldn't snap at her, yet here it was. The dissention, the root of the tension that had laced this encounter from the first moment.
"I never meant to, nor do I want it to stay that way. But I can't help it, you still scare me. Even if you've done nothing to cause it, even if it's not fair. Maybe it's because I just don't know you, I can't say. You're just too different, and I don't know how to deal with it. It's like coming face to face with a snake, or a wolf. In my head I know it's not rational, but my hands still shake."
And they did indeed, though she tried to hide it by wrapping them in the shawl. Was this how the Old Gods thought of the Abandoned? Why they stayed away from her kind, and preferred not to deal with them? It was an attitude that had rankled all her life, yet here she was treating someone else the same way.
The irony of it was not lost on her.
"I never tried to do any such thing" she countered, lips gone pale and numb. He'd said he wouldn't snap at her, yet here it was. The dissention, the root of the tension that had laced this encounter from the first moment.
"I never meant to, nor do I want it to stay that way. But I can't help it, you still scare me. Even if you've done nothing to cause it, even if it's not fair. Maybe it's because I just don't know you, I can't say. You're just too different, and I don't know how to deal with it. It's like coming face to face with a snake, or a wolf. In my head I know it's not rational, but my hands still shake."
And they did indeed, though she tried to hide it by wrapping them in the shawl. Was this how the Old Gods thought of the Abandoned? Why they stayed away from her kind, and preferred not to deal with them? It was an attitude that had rankled all her life, yet here she was treating someone else the same way.
The irony of it was not lost on her.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
