You're so cold
but you feel alive
Maea seemed oblivious to the ice, the frost, the discomfort of her companion; apparenlty she felt none of it, at least not yet. She tolerated his touch, but it did little to soothe her temper. The question made her eyes flash again, lids narrowing into a look that might have seemed dangerous, had it not come from such a small woman.
"I went to visit her, at the infirmary," she said, a little too calm. There was an edge to the words though, as though she was biting them off and tried very hard not to spit them out. "After I gave her treats and asked how she was doing, she had the nerve to imply that I ran away from the Grounds for a year because I could not stand failure, even though I had no control over that. As if I wouldn't have stayed if I'd been give the choice!
"Then she suggested that I was happy my family died, as so many good things seems to have come my way ever since. Just because I wouldn't trade this life for an impossible thing, like returning everything to the way it was and take all the suffering of the world on myself. Like she would."
The last few words were all but spat out, and in a sudden flare of temper Maea thrashed the water with a hand. The ice vanished quite suddenly, and steam began to rise into the chilled air as the temperature reversed dramatically.
"I went to visit her, at the infirmary," she said, a little too calm. There was an edge to the words though, as though she was biting them off and tried very hard not to spit them out. "After I gave her treats and asked how she was doing, she had the nerve to imply that I ran away from the Grounds for a year because I could not stand failure, even though I had no control over that. As if I wouldn't have stayed if I'd been give the choice!
"Then she suggested that I was happy my family died, as so many good things seems to have come my way ever since. Just because I wouldn't trade this life for an impossible thing, like returning everything to the way it was and take all the suffering of the world on myself. Like she would."
The last few words were all but spat out, and in a sudden flare of temper Maea thrashed the water with a hand. The ice vanished quite suddenly, and steam began to rise into the chilled air as the temperature reversed dramatically.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
