MAEA
His hair was surprisingly soft under her fingers. She kept up the gesture as he leaned into her hand, and eventually let her arm come back down to rest around his shoulders. It was rather comfortable to sit like this, in a quiet and peaceful way. Opening up, sharing things... The healing kind of talks, perhaps for both of them. While not as deep, Maea had her own scars, that still hurt at times. Everyone did, in their own ways, she supposed.
"I've tried to think of it like that as well," she admitted. "It's just... rather difficult when you're not really all that strong, and can't actually do anything to help yourself. To be ignored when your troubles aren't that different from someone else's... just because of something you can't help.." She shrugged. It was an old litany, one she'd vented before to more than one person.
"I was told that I'm powerhungry, irresponsible and inconsiderate," she offered, in exchange for his confession. "I tried to establish a government in the Grounds before Zariah... but it failed, because people did not believe I could do the job. I was only a weak and useless girl in their eyes, the one who relied on others to get by... and for trying to step up and do something to help a desperate situation, I was told off. Warned against the allure of power, told to go back home and stay useless." Not in so many words perhaps, but... the message was still the same. Some had supported her, but most would not. Jigano had not. And that still hurt.
"And when I tried to help matters by going to Halo, to study and make myself stronger, so I could be of better use to others... it was the same story all over again." Call it concern, wrap it in some pretty illusion of wanting to keep her safe... it still felt like she was being held back. Protected. Kept weak, for her own so called 'good'.
"I've tried to think of it like that as well," she admitted. "It's just... rather difficult when you're not really all that strong, and can't actually do anything to help yourself. To be ignored when your troubles aren't that different from someone else's... just because of something you can't help.." She shrugged. It was an old litany, one she'd vented before to more than one person.
"I was told that I'm powerhungry, irresponsible and inconsiderate," she offered, in exchange for his confession. "I tried to establish a government in the Grounds before Zariah... but it failed, because people did not believe I could do the job. I was only a weak and useless girl in their eyes, the one who relied on others to get by... and for trying to step up and do something to help a desperate situation, I was told off. Warned against the allure of power, told to go back home and stay useless." Not in so many words perhaps, but... the message was still the same. Some had supported her, but most would not. Jigano had not. And that still hurt.
"And when I tried to help matters by going to Halo, to study and make myself stronger, so I could be of better use to others... it was the same story all over again." Call it concern, wrap it in some pretty illusion of wanting to keep her safe... it still felt like she was being held back. Protected. Kept weak, for her own so called 'good'.
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
