MAEA
She gave him a dubious look. Maea recalled having tripped, fallen, being swarmed by the pesky rodents, and then subsequently saved by this grinning idiot and his magical dragon. She wasn't sure that she could be counted into that generous 'we'. "Right... if you say so," she said, nevertheless. Not wanting to take away his delusions, if they made him look both proud and confident for a change.
His concern felt rather unnecessary however, and she did roll her eyes a little at him. Setting her pen aside, MAea reached up and unfastened the buttons at the back of her neck, making the dress come undone down to the middle of her shoulders. Pulling her hair away over a shoulder, she turned to show him her back.
"See? It's healing. I'm fine."
Except... it did not look very fine. The skin at her neck was peppered with bruises. Some had the distinct look of hickeys, but the further down on her back they went, the bigger they became. And the color was a spectrum of blues, greens and fading yellows, painting her marble skin like some artist had splashed color all over her. The bruises disappeared down under the fabric and it was hard to tell how far down the damage went, though by the careful way she shifted, it could be quite extensive.
Still with her back turned, Maea bit her lips and flushed slightly. Understanding what he meant, of what nature this 'encounter' had most likely been. "Ah," she said delicately. "I see. Does this lady... have a name?" So she knew who not to bring up the wrong kind of conversations with.
His concern felt rather unnecessary however, and she did roll her eyes a little at him. Setting her pen aside, MAea reached up and unfastened the buttons at the back of her neck, making the dress come undone down to the middle of her shoulders. Pulling her hair away over a shoulder, she turned to show him her back.
"See? It's healing. I'm fine."
Except... it did not look very fine. The skin at her neck was peppered with bruises. Some had the distinct look of hickeys, but the further down on her back they went, the bigger they became. And the color was a spectrum of blues, greens and fading yellows, painting her marble skin like some artist had splashed color all over her. The bruises disappeared down under the fabric and it was hard to tell how far down the damage went, though by the careful way she shifted, it could be quite extensive.
Still with her back turned, Maea bit her lips and flushed slightly. Understanding what he meant, of what nature this 'encounter' had most likely been. "Ah," she said delicately. "I see. Does this lady... have a name?" So she knew who not to bring up the wrong kind of conversations with.
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
