Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Maea's hand twitched, as the pressure of Harper's touch registered. Flinching, near to withdraw... but she did not. No more warmth leaked from his palm than cold seeped into her bones from the rain, and perhaps that was why she did not move away.
Hazy eyes that might have been gray, or blue, or perhaps the palest shade of lavender met his gaze, and her expression softened a little. With pity, for the foolish optimism he still harbored. "The ones I cared to see the most were not best pleased that I returned," she informed him, bitterness warring with an indifference so carefully schooled it was a brick wall. "They, unlike you, were very keen to move on and forget. It is hard to forget ghosts that come back to stand on your doorstep."
Letting her hand fall back to her side, the semblence of a young woman twitched a shoulder in the barest shrug. Maea looked out over the swamp, away from this person who claimed to be a friend.
"Again... what am I to be happy about? Return to... what, exactly? The gods I betrayed? The friends who will only see a monster when looking at me? They would not be wrong, but I am not exactly keen to experience it anyway."
She almost sounded amused.
Hazy eyes that might have been gray, or blue, or perhaps the palest shade of lavender met his gaze, and her expression softened a little. With pity, for the foolish optimism he still harbored. "The ones I cared to see the most were not best pleased that I returned," she informed him, bitterness warring with an indifference so carefully schooled it was a brick wall. "They, unlike you, were very keen to move on and forget. It is hard to forget ghosts that come back to stand on your doorstep."
Letting her hand fall back to her side, the semblence of a young woman twitched a shoulder in the barest shrug. Maea looked out over the swamp, away from this person who claimed to be a friend.
"Again... what am I to be happy about? Return to... what, exactly? The gods I betrayed? The friends who will only see a monster when looking at me? They would not be wrong, but I am not exactly keen to experience it anyway."
She almost sounded amused.
