MAEA
Maea searched his gaze, wondering. Was that the real reason why he was upset? Not because she'd gone off or come home with bruises, but because she'd tried to hide it from him? Her expression softened, and she let out a small sigh. Relenting, if only a little.
"For that, I am sorry," she said earnestly. "I guess... I'm not used to it anymore. Having someone who actually cares where I am, what I do... " It was only half true, because Maea knew there vad always been people around. Her father, her brother, Jigano... even Peter, at times. But she'd kept them all at arms length, desperate to make her own way. Needing that independence. But it was true she'd gotten wilder lately too. Free from the need to inform anyone of anything. And if she couldn't let Sunjata care for her when something went wrong, then... that was something she would have to work on. "I'll try to do better in the future."
Then he asked what he could do, and Maea held her arms out for him, sighing wearily but with a little smile. "Just don't treat me like I'm made of glass," she pleaded. "I'm not going to break, and you can't hurt me." She didn't care if his hands were a little rough, a little scarred or if it hurt should they touch her skin. It was him and that made everything alright.
"For that, I am sorry," she said earnestly. "I guess... I'm not used to it anymore. Having someone who actually cares where I am, what I do... " It was only half true, because Maea knew there vad always been people around. Her father, her brother, Jigano... even Peter, at times. But she'd kept them all at arms length, desperate to make her own way. Needing that independence. But it was true she'd gotten wilder lately too. Free from the need to inform anyone of anything. And if she couldn't let Sunjata care for her when something went wrong, then... that was something she would have to work on. "I'll try to do better in the future."
Then he asked what he could do, and Maea held her arms out for him, sighing wearily but with a little smile. "Just don't treat me like I'm made of glass," she pleaded. "I'm not going to break, and you can't hurt me." She didn't care if his hands were a little rough, a little scarred or if it hurt should they touch her skin. It was him and that made everything alright.
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
