You're so cold
but you feel alive
But that was just the thing, wasn't it? He could have told Jigano, told Phoebe, told everyone what he'd done, and she would have stood by him in it. That's exactly what he should have done. And Maea sucked in a shuddering breath when his rejection of the idea stabbed at her like so much broken glass. It was just plain truth, wasn't it? He cared far more about the opinions of others than of his own wants and needs, and those wants and needs ranked sky high compared to her own pathetic little attempt at pride.
"So instead I should just stay your dirty little secret?" she pressed in a wounded whisper, and the ice was cracking, breaking, caving under the relentless press of crimson waters. Red ice in her veins, cutting them open a little more with every thump of her heart. It beat so heavily, pounding hard enough in her chest that she thought he couldn't possibly avoid hearing it. Her chest felt hot, the skin on her back burning and tender, something tight and prickly stinging at the back of her eyes and closing the throat on her.
"Keep your secrets and make myself a liar, a cheat and a fraud? Thank you. I'm glad you're letting me know what I'm really worth."
Gods, it hurt. She couldn't bring herself to lift the bow again, and as she stared off in the distance, trying her damndest not to cry - Ludo knew, how she hated crying - it just slumped down, hanging limp in a listless grip.
"So instead I should just stay your dirty little secret?" she pressed in a wounded whisper, and the ice was cracking, breaking, caving under the relentless press of crimson waters. Red ice in her veins, cutting them open a little more with every thump of her heart. It beat so heavily, pounding hard enough in her chest that she thought he couldn't possibly avoid hearing it. Her chest felt hot, the skin on her back burning and tender, something tight and prickly stinging at the back of her eyes and closing the throat on her.
"Keep your secrets and make myself a liar, a cheat and a fraud? Thank you. I'm glad you're letting me know what I'm really worth."
Gods, it hurt. She couldn't bring herself to lift the bow again, and as she stared off in the distance, trying her damndest not to cry - Ludo knew, how she hated crying - it just slumped down, hanging limp in a listless grip.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
