MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Pressing down on the cut with her other thumb to try and cease the flow, she only shrugged when Sunjata stated the obvious. She had noticed, yes. He was over in no time, with bandages and cleaning cloth and she raised a brow at him, wondering why he had them on such easy supply. Did people get hurt around here often?
"I don't think Frey would curse you for sparing both you and Phoebe pain," she said quietly. Holding up her hand for him to see, quite obediently submitting to his silent demand to see the wound. The cut had landed in an unfortunate place, just over one of the bigger veins in the wrist. Not the biggest, thankfully, but as soon as she let go of the pressure the crimson began to flow again, pulsing out in dull concert with her beating heart.
"Really, I'd almost say the rings are already curse enough... It seems very unfair to me to give you something that forces you to accommodate to the other, when he must have known it was a strained relation already. As if forcing pleasure on someone would make anything better..."
Actually, it sounded rather abusive to her, and the expression she wore as she looked up at Sunjata suggested as much. A small, tiny spark of anger on his behalf showed in her gaze; it wasn't right of Phoebe to force her wishes upon this man either. It was plain selfish, and Maea could not condone it, not even after considering what the woman had been through lately.
Grief might be an explanation, but did not give you leave to take out your feelings on others or make them as miserable as you were.
"I don't think Frey would curse you for sparing both you and Phoebe pain," she said quietly. Holding up her hand for him to see, quite obediently submitting to his silent demand to see the wound. The cut had landed in an unfortunate place, just over one of the bigger veins in the wrist. Not the biggest, thankfully, but as soon as she let go of the pressure the crimson began to flow again, pulsing out in dull concert with her beating heart.
"Really, I'd almost say the rings are already curse enough... It seems very unfair to me to give you something that forces you to accommodate to the other, when he must have known it was a strained relation already. As if forcing pleasure on someone would make anything better..."
Actually, it sounded rather abusive to her, and the expression she wore as she looked up at Sunjata suggested as much. A small, tiny spark of anger on his behalf showed in her gaze; it wasn't right of Phoebe to force her wishes upon this man either. It was plain selfish, and Maea could not condone it, not even after considering what the woman had been through lately.
Grief might be an explanation, but did not give you leave to take out your feelings on others or make them as miserable as you were.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
