MAEA
It could have been exhilarating. An unexpected tryst in hidden places, unexpected encounters leading to who knows what. The way his fist balled in her hair, and pressed her closer - it could have been good.
But the gesture only reminded her of other hands, other moments veiled by night. A last embrace before everything went to pieces. And Maea flinched, and jerked back from this man who was no Flood, whose desires she didn't want and whose life she had no interest in taking.
Though she could, if only for the blood.
Pushing him away, her own back up against the wall again, she didn't care that crimson dribbled from the lips down over her chin.
"That's enough." It wasn't. But her voice was so steady and the face so calm that it would be impossible to tell the lie by anything less than magic. She was not even out of breath. Because of course she wouldn't be.
But the gesture only reminded her of other hands, other moments veiled by night. A last embrace before everything went to pieces. And Maea flinched, and jerked back from this man who was no Flood, whose desires she didn't want and whose life she had no interest in taking.
Though she could, if only for the blood.
Pushing him away, her own back up against the wall again, she didn't care that crimson dribbled from the lips down over her chin.
"That's enough." It wasn't. But her voice was so steady and the face so calm that it would be impossible to tell the lie by anything less than magic. She was not even out of breath. Because of course she wouldn't be.
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
