MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
What was she supposed to say to that? The question took Maea enough by surprise that she actually straightened up - slowly, gingerly as if her whole body already ached and was none too pleased at the prospect of more work - and raised a brow at him. Could she blame him?
"Well... technically, yes." It was a dry reply, matter of factly and to the point. Technically Sunjata had no one else to blame for his predicament than himself. He would be perfectly capable of solving it rather quickly if he tried. But that was a conversation they'd already had, and it led nowhere, and Maea was not in the mood to argue again. It was quite pointless. "But since I'm too nice for my own good, I'll pretend I didn't hear you ask me that."
Following his path from the bar, to the door and back, her eyes narrowed as he explained. It took a bit longer than usual for her to capture the full meaning of what he was referring to, but when it did... Maea blushed. A deep, quite painful scarlet swept over her cheeks as she gasped at him, a savage little hiss of outrage and embarrassment... and he smirked at her. Then she noticed his hands. Specifically, the lack of adornment on one of the fingers. He had taken off the ring again,.
That certainly made her wake up, and in one swift move the girl stood up and backed several quick steps away. Eying Sunjata with suspicion, she considered his smirk, the locked door, the fact that she was utterly alone here with him... and did not like what it all added up to.
"I'm going back to bed." Turning sharply on her heel, she started off towards the room she just left. Of all the ridiculous ideas to come up with...
"Well... technically, yes." It was a dry reply, matter of factly and to the point. Technically Sunjata had no one else to blame for his predicament than himself. He would be perfectly capable of solving it rather quickly if he tried. But that was a conversation they'd already had, and it led nowhere, and Maea was not in the mood to argue again. It was quite pointless. "But since I'm too nice for my own good, I'll pretend I didn't hear you ask me that."
Following his path from the bar, to the door and back, her eyes narrowed as he explained. It took a bit longer than usual for her to capture the full meaning of what he was referring to, but when it did... Maea blushed. A deep, quite painful scarlet swept over her cheeks as she gasped at him, a savage little hiss of outrage and embarrassment... and he smirked at her. Then she noticed his hands. Specifically, the lack of adornment on one of the fingers. He had taken off the ring again,.
That certainly made her wake up, and in one swift move the girl stood up and backed several quick steps away. Eying Sunjata with suspicion, she considered his smirk, the locked door, the fact that she was utterly alone here with him... and did not like what it all added up to.
"I'm going back to bed." Turning sharply on her heel, she started off towards the room she just left. Of all the ridiculous ideas to come up with...
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
