MAEA
A grateful smile was offered at his swift agreement to help her navigate around these difficult waters. Probably he wouldn't believe her if she told him, but Maea was relieved to have his support. Facing all of this alone, complicated relations aside, would have been... frightening, to say the least.
As he revealed the dangers of the boxing however, her expression darkened into a frown of concern. "He didn't tell me this," she said, chewing on her lip again - it had started looking quite sore by now. "On Sunjata it sounded like all fun and games, nothing to worry about... But if it's this rough, then... I feel we're going to need a healer around. Just in case anything goes wrong."
She was about to offer Loren the spot, if he was interested, but his downcast words made her hold back, swallow them down along with a big lump of leaden guilt. Maea looked down on her hands, ink-flecked and small, unsure of what to say.
"I'm sorry," was all she could think of, knowing it wasn't enough. Oh, she hated this kind of thinking. 'Yes, I'm hurting, and you're part of the reason why. But don't worry, I'm used to it'... As if that somehow made her neglect more excusable. As if she would feel better, worry less, because she was adding to his burdens by doing exactly like everyone else. "I.. don't really have a very good reason for not seeking you out more often. Except.. not being used to having friends, so sometimes I wonder whether I'd really be welcome, or just a nuisance. But those are just excuses.."
As he revealed the dangers of the boxing however, her expression darkened into a frown of concern. "He didn't tell me this," she said, chewing on her lip again - it had started looking quite sore by now. "On Sunjata it sounded like all fun and games, nothing to worry about... But if it's this rough, then... I feel we're going to need a healer around. Just in case anything goes wrong."
She was about to offer Loren the spot, if he was interested, but his downcast words made her hold back, swallow them down along with a big lump of leaden guilt. Maea looked down on her hands, ink-flecked and small, unsure of what to say.
"I'm sorry," was all she could think of, knowing it wasn't enough. Oh, she hated this kind of thinking. 'Yes, I'm hurting, and you're part of the reason why. But don't worry, I'm used to it'... As if that somehow made her neglect more excusable. As if she would feel better, worry less, because she was adding to his burdens by doing exactly like everyone else. "I.. don't really have a very good reason for not seeking you out more often. Except.. not being used to having friends, so sometimes I wonder whether I'd really be welcome, or just a nuisance. But those are just excuses.."
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
