You're so cold
but you feel alive
She gave him a slightly puzzled look. Beloved? She? He must be thinking of someone else. Maea hardly thought a few chance meetings would make anyone favored by anything, let alone loved. But she relented all the same, nodding with a shrug that suggested she could do as he wished. At least once her work on the farm was done for the day and the pyre had burned down.
Then came answers to her questions, and she listened carefully even as she drank, and filled her cupped hands with water to clean off her face as best she could.
"So you never had a choice in being Ascended? Doesn't that... irk you? Seems like a terrible thing to do to someone. The attuned have a choice, it's never done for them." Her own kind was different of course, the magic was not something they got to decide for themselves. Either people had the spark or they did not... and she couldn't say there had never been times when she did not resent the universe and its creator for forcing it on her.
"So... you don't like doing it? You'd never forcefully take blood from anyone?" Rex had said as much, but she wanted to hear it from Amun too. She knew what fluid he meant, remembered seeing it spill from the decapitated ascended, shimmer on her own hands as she reached for his sword, the air filled with a stench of petrichor... Maea pushed the memory aside, shuddering.
Then came answers to her questions, and she listened carefully even as she drank, and filled her cupped hands with water to clean off her face as best she could.
"So you never had a choice in being Ascended? Doesn't that... irk you? Seems like a terrible thing to do to someone. The attuned have a choice, it's never done for them." Her own kind was different of course, the magic was not something they got to decide for themselves. Either people had the spark or they did not... and she couldn't say there had never been times when she did not resent the universe and its creator for forcing it on her.
"So... you don't like doing it? You'd never forcefully take blood from anyone?" Rex had said as much, but she wanted to hear it from Amun too. She knew what fluid he meant, remembered seeing it spill from the decapitated ascended, shimmer on her own hands as she reached for his sword, the air filled with a stench of petrichor... Maea pushed the memory aside, shuddering.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
