Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Following his gesture to the tea, Maea looked at it. Shook her head, unwilling. She didn't want tea. Knew the herb he'd used was supposed to make her calm and tired, and she didn't need any help with the latter part.
"Like I've screwed up everything. Likely, I've ruined all our chances, by not being able to keep my mouth shut and deal with my own problems on my own. The letters... I apologized for some of the things I did. Not all of it, because I still mean a lot of what I said, just.. wish I could have phrased it differently. And I asked for him to be patient, that I had to think on.. his options." She shrugged, her shoulders somehow locking up beneath her ears as the words softened. Reluctance showing through; she didn't want to choose any of them. Wanted things to go back to how they had been that morning, when everything had been fine. Or at least... seemed fine.
"His letter though..." Her jaws clenched again. Reaching into her pocket, she drew out a piece of parchment and handed it to Loren. Filled with neat, almost bookish letters, its message short and concise. "Read it for yourself."
Sunjata had said to burn it, but Maea couldn't bring herself to do it. It was one small reminder that there still was something connecting them. One small, threadbare scrap of ribbon... gods, had it ever been more? She hugged Astra tighter, eyes dimming; she looked away sharply. Hated how these emotions always overwhelmed her.
"Like I've screwed up everything. Likely, I've ruined all our chances, by not being able to keep my mouth shut and deal with my own problems on my own. The letters... I apologized for some of the things I did. Not all of it, because I still mean a lot of what I said, just.. wish I could have phrased it differently. And I asked for him to be patient, that I had to think on.. his options." She shrugged, her shoulders somehow locking up beneath her ears as the words softened. Reluctance showing through; she didn't want to choose any of them. Wanted things to go back to how they had been that morning, when everything had been fine. Or at least... seemed fine.
"His letter though..." Her jaws clenched again. Reaching into her pocket, she drew out a piece of parchment and handed it to Loren. Filled with neat, almost bookish letters, its message short and concise. "Read it for yourself."
Sunjata had said to burn it, but Maea couldn't bring herself to do it. It was one small reminder that there still was something connecting them. One small, threadbare scrap of ribbon... gods, had it ever been more? She hugged Astra tighter, eyes dimming; she looked away sharply. Hated how these emotions always overwhelmed her.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
