MAEA
Was she romantic? Maea didn't know. Perhaps she had been, once, before cruel boys took that away from her. Perhaps there was something quite rose-colored about her whole affair with Sunjata... of meeting him when their lives were both at their lowest, and growing closer as they tried to deal with what life threw at them. Oh, there were ugly parts too. Sex and alcohol and jealousy, and the guilt of wanting someone who wasn't available, who should be off limits. But perhaps that was part of the romance too... the struggle against adversity, only to break through and find... what?
She thought of their pillow talks, of a house by the sea. Of colors on the walls, paintings, flowers on the windowsill... A boxing ring, of swimming deep into the ocean blue and never coming back. Maybe... maybe she did want more things, after all. And her slow smile suggested it, the dreaming eyes envisioning all of it.
But she kept those to herself, as the mood changed and the topic turned to grimmer things. Did not wish to sully her fragile dreams with the talk of pain and rage, and The Voice. "I can understand that," she told him, quite softly. Recalling how he'd lost his hand... though she hadn't realized he nearly lost his life too. The thought made her cold. "But what he said about the portals... Amun, the Old Gods closed her in for a reason. Aren't you at all concerned about what might happen if she grows strong enough to make them worry again?
"What if... what if it brings another war down on us?" It was her real concern, what she wondered whenever she stepped through the portals to Torchline, to Halo, to the Hollowed Ground. Was she bringing the war closer with each step? Was she aiding in something she did not wish to see happen? Would her craving for freedom... lead to lost lives, in the end?
They were questions that haunted her ever since she entered the Spire, and helped bring about the fall of the Barrier.
She thought of their pillow talks, of a house by the sea. Of colors on the walls, paintings, flowers on the windowsill... A boxing ring, of swimming deep into the ocean blue and never coming back. Maybe... maybe she did want more things, after all. And her slow smile suggested it, the dreaming eyes envisioning all of it.
But she kept those to herself, as the mood changed and the topic turned to grimmer things. Did not wish to sully her fragile dreams with the talk of pain and rage, and The Voice. "I can understand that," she told him, quite softly. Recalling how he'd lost his hand... though she hadn't realized he nearly lost his life too. The thought made her cold. "But what he said about the portals... Amun, the Old Gods closed her in for a reason. Aren't you at all concerned about what might happen if she grows strong enough to make them worry again?
"What if... what if it brings another war down on us?" It was her real concern, what she wondered whenever she stepped through the portals to Torchline, to Halo, to the Hollowed Ground. Was she bringing the war closer with each step? Was she aiding in something she did not wish to see happen? Would her craving for freedom... lead to lost lives, in the end?
They were questions that haunted her ever since she entered the Spire, and helped bring about the fall of the Barrier.
I'm an angel bored like hell
And you're a devil meaning well
And you're a devil meaning well
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
