I'm a bad influence
The worry in his eyes causes her to take pause and she presses her lips together, meeting that sea glass gaze as she draws in a breath. He confirms something she always felt to be true. A nagging feeling that she wasn't ever really capable of shaking. That they didn't want her because they truly cared or loved her, but because of what she could potentially do for them. A prize to be won. Something to add to their shiny collection and the thought of it makes her sick to her stomach. So she decides to voice this feeling, thinking that if anyone might possibly understand, it's him. "I've always felt that it's more about what we can do for them. That we're simply tools. I'm not sure I believe that they love us the way that we're meant to love them. Maybe they can't because they're gods, but..."
She sighs, trailing off as her eyes turn back to the water, toes digging a little more forcefully in the sand as her confusion on the matter grows thicker. He offers further advice and a smile that she accepts with one of her own. Something softer and a bit more subdued, but a smile none the less. "Thank you for talking to me about this. I couldn't help but feel that I wasn't getting the whole picture. That people were... sugar coating things for me."
She sighs, trailing off as her eyes turn back to the water, toes digging a little more forcefully in the sand as her confusion on the matter grows thicker. He offers further advice and a smile that she accepts with one of her own. Something softer and a bit more subdued, but a smile none the less. "Thank you for talking to me about this. I couldn't help but feel that I wasn't getting the whole picture. That people were... sugar coating things for me."
but damn I'm fun
Maeve
