MAEA
Maea winced. She knew quite well whom the patient was Nate had slept with - they both did, as a matter of fact - though she hadn't known Nate had had been cheating too. It wasn't exactly... encouraging. "Apparently, I'm naive enough to believe people when they say they are proffessionals," she mumbled. "At least you're not a hoax... There's no arguing against your magic and its efficacy.. I haven't been ill once since you started treating me regularly. It has to count for something, right?"
Maea did look up as Astra bleated, unsure why. Or why Loren wasn't looking at her. Was she rubbing her happiness in, somehow? She tried to put a damper on it, knowing how irritating it could be when things went well for people around, while you got nowhere. "Thank you," she told him warmly. It did mean a lot to hear him say it. "I'm... not entirely sure? He didn't say as much, but... I'm probably going to end up staying with him regardless, so.." She shrugged, rather unconcerned. As long as she had a roof to sleep under and somewhere to eat, Maea didn't care much about the arrangements. She would still have her room in the VlamVloed and at the Academy, and owned so few possessions these days that it was quite easy to keep a bag packed. Not having a permanent home bothered her far less than it had in the past.
She brightened when Loren actually smiled, his laughter so rare that she found it all the more precious. "Why, perhaps that's exactly what you need," she countered, grinning back. "There would be rules. No magic, no shifts... just your hands. How much damage can you possibly do to yourself or others? It might be fun, you should come try it. You're always welcome to join us, wherever we are, you know." This time, as she reached out a hand for him, it was to touch his shoulder in a warm, lingering gesture. Fond, quietly affectionate, just like her smile.
Maea did look up as Astra bleated, unsure why. Or why Loren wasn't looking at her. Was she rubbing her happiness in, somehow? She tried to put a damper on it, knowing how irritating it could be when things went well for people around, while you got nowhere. "Thank you," she told him warmly. It did mean a lot to hear him say it. "I'm... not entirely sure? He didn't say as much, but... I'm probably going to end up staying with him regardless, so.." She shrugged, rather unconcerned. As long as she had a roof to sleep under and somewhere to eat, Maea didn't care much about the arrangements. She would still have her room in the VlamVloed and at the Academy, and owned so few possessions these days that it was quite easy to keep a bag packed. Not having a permanent home bothered her far less than it had in the past.
She brightened when Loren actually smiled, his laughter so rare that she found it all the more precious. "Why, perhaps that's exactly what you need," she countered, grinning back. "There would be rules. No magic, no shifts... just your hands. How much damage can you possibly do to yourself or others? It might be fun, you should come try it. You're always welcome to join us, wherever we are, you know." This time, as she reached out a hand for him, it was to touch his shoulder in a warm, lingering gesture. Fond, quietly affectionate, just like her smile.
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
