You're so cold
but you feel alive
A pale shadow drifted in through the open back door. The crowd out front had not quite dispersed yet, too busy whispering and gawking at the firmly closed and locked up door to go home or find better things to do. No one thought to head around the back, to see what had gone down inside, to check if anyone was hurt. Their murmuring voices still rang in her ears, grating at nerves gone tense as the strings of Jigano's lute.
She wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted her inside. Tables and chairs strewn around. Broken glass, shattered wood and a sour stench of spilled wine mixed with other spirits, topped off by a faint hint of smoke where lightning had seared the top of the bar. It was a mess. But her eyes went to the man standing alone at the center of it all. A lantern was in his hands, a lit cigarette held limp between his lips... he looked as wrecked as the place was.
Quiet as a sliver of new moon light she picked her way over the floor, carefully stepping around the broken glass on her way towards him. As she came close enough to see Sunjata's face however, Maea paused. Eyes flitted from the smoldering tobacco to a half-empty bottle set aside - one of few that was still intact - and pursed her lips. Thought better of approaching. Instead, she just picked up the broom he'd left and began to sweep the floor, the shimmer of glass shifting over floorboards her only greeting in the heavy silence.
She wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted her inside. Tables and chairs strewn around. Broken glass, shattered wood and a sour stench of spilled wine mixed with other spirits, topped off by a faint hint of smoke where lightning had seared the top of the bar. It was a mess. But her eyes went to the man standing alone at the center of it all. A lantern was in his hands, a lit cigarette held limp between his lips... he looked as wrecked as the place was.
Quiet as a sliver of new moon light she picked her way over the floor, carefully stepping around the broken glass on her way towards him. As she came close enough to see Sunjata's face however, Maea paused. Eyes flitted from the smoldering tobacco to a half-empty bottle set aside - one of few that was still intact - and pursed her lips. Thought better of approaching. Instead, she just picked up the broom he'd left and began to sweep the floor, the shimmer of glass shifting over floorboards her only greeting in the heavy silence.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
