Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
How stilted it sounded. Flat and hollow words exchanged, spoken through wooden masks of politeness. Why did it have to be like this? They were supposed to be friends. Had been, of a sort at least. Though as Maea thought back, in that brief instance where Nate's expression almost softened, almost warmed into something she remembered from before, she had to admit that it had always been tense between them all. Sunjata and her had argued more often than not, and she could never quite forget about the bitemarks that used to litter her lover's neck. Or indeed that one instance where she'd almost been caught between them. These relations had never been uncomplicated, and her dying and then suddenly returning to life hardly made it easier. For any of them.
"Thank you, Nate. I hope you are right. I've met the Voice a few times, and I have to admit that we've never quite gotten along... I suppose that's something that has to be addressed, sooner or later." But that was a worry for another time. Right now there were more immediate matters that needed to be addressed, and judging by Nate's snarling and Sunjata's bitter laugh it was one tangled mess in particular that hovered over them like a flying landshark. Appalled by what she heared, Maea closed her eyes, as if darkness might somehow lessen the shame and regret she felt. What an awful thing to do... so cruel. And it was all her fault.
"I am so sorry, Sunjata. That was not my wish. All I asked her to do was to leave a few words for the people that mattered most to me. You most of all. There were never any conditions on my part. I hope you can believe that." Though there was no heart in her chest to constrict anymore, the ache was real all the same. It shifted the mask of her features as she sought Sunjata's gaze, those familiar stormcloud eyes that had shaken her entire world. More than seeing him with someone else, it hurt to realize how much pain she had caused him. The one thing she had never wanted to do... and look at it now.
"Thank you, Nate. I hope you are right. I've met the Voice a few times, and I have to admit that we've never quite gotten along... I suppose that's something that has to be addressed, sooner or later." But that was a worry for another time. Right now there were more immediate matters that needed to be addressed, and judging by Nate's snarling and Sunjata's bitter laugh it was one tangled mess in particular that hovered over them like a flying landshark. Appalled by what she heared, Maea closed her eyes, as if darkness might somehow lessen the shame and regret she felt. What an awful thing to do... so cruel. And it was all her fault.
"I am so sorry, Sunjata. That was not my wish. All I asked her to do was to leave a few words for the people that mattered most to me. You most of all. There were never any conditions on my part. I hope you can believe that." Though there was no heart in her chest to constrict anymore, the ache was real all the same. It shifted the mask of her features as she sought Sunjata's gaze, those familiar stormcloud eyes that had shaken her entire world. More than seeing him with someone else, it hurt to realize how much pain she had caused him. The one thing she had never wanted to do... and look at it now.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
