MAEA
She watched as he began to play with the colors glowing from his palm. Yellows and blues mingling, mixing, ever shifting and changing; it was soothing and mesmerizing, and quite without realizing it, Maea relaxed.
It was an outrageous thought, really. So very simple yet wrought with complications. Could The Voice ever become part of a new balance? Would the Old Gods accept her existence, and would she settle for something less than that perfect vision she had? If it was possible, then it would be the best way - the only way - of avoiding the war that seemed to loom on the horizon, dredged back up from the past centuries by the fall of the Barrier. But was it realistic to dream of such things? Probably not.
"Has anyone ever told you, that you're a hopeless optimist?" Maea looked at her brother, half amused, half in awe of his flexible mind. She took his hand when he offered it, as always unable to resist. Always eager to try and live up to the faith he showed, in the world, in hope... in her.
It was an outrageous thought, really. So very simple yet wrought with complications. Could The Voice ever become part of a new balance? Would the Old Gods accept her existence, and would she settle for something less than that perfect vision she had? If it was possible, then it would be the best way - the only way - of avoiding the war that seemed to loom on the horizon, dredged back up from the past centuries by the fall of the Barrier. But was it realistic to dream of such things? Probably not.
"Has anyone ever told you, that you're a hopeless optimist?" Maea looked at her brother, half amused, half in awe of his flexible mind. She took his hand when he offered it, as always unable to resist. Always eager to try and live up to the faith he showed, in the world, in hope... in her.
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
