Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Pale eyebrows shot up. That was not the reaction she had expected. Not from Harper, always smiling and bumbling around like an overexcited puppy. It was very tempting to put that declaration to the test, to fling her sins into his face and see if he really wouldn't flinch.
But that would mean admitting that she had done anything at all. And if he did recoil...
Her jaw set. Well. Then it would only confirm that she was right. It wasn't as though his approval or disapproval truly meant anything, anyway. A few past encounters and a bit of sympathy did not forge a bond worth mentioning, no matter how nice it might be to pretend otherwise.
Straightening up from where she had been leaning, Maea turned towards Harper. Every trace of a smile faded, pain and emotion draining away as she let the numbness rise up to claim her. The one that made crazy, reckless and cruel ideas seem obvious and simple to do. That bolstered her, and guided her hands. It felt very good, not to care about anything.
Not even Ludo's rejection felt as awful anymore, when only icy voids were left inside.
"I set fire to the hospital in Torchline," she confessed, in the same way she might inform him that she had purchased a nice blend of tea. "And I drained a girl of most of her blood in order to do so. I bit her."
He had to know what that implied. Everything it implied. Quite calmly, Maea watched him for the storm she knew had to come. Curious, how much of a relief it was - she had thought it would be harder to sever this connection.
But that would mean admitting that she had done anything at all. And if he did recoil...
Her jaw set. Well. Then it would only confirm that she was right. It wasn't as though his approval or disapproval truly meant anything, anyway. A few past encounters and a bit of sympathy did not forge a bond worth mentioning, no matter how nice it might be to pretend otherwise.
Straightening up from where she had been leaning, Maea turned towards Harper. Every trace of a smile faded, pain and emotion draining away as she let the numbness rise up to claim her. The one that made crazy, reckless and cruel ideas seem obvious and simple to do. That bolstered her, and guided her hands. It felt very good, not to care about anything.
Not even Ludo's rejection felt as awful anymore, when only icy voids were left inside.
"I set fire to the hospital in Torchline," she confessed, in the same way she might inform him that she had purchased a nice blend of tea. "And I drained a girl of most of her blood in order to do so. I bit her."
He had to know what that implied. Everything it implied. Quite calmly, Maea watched him for the storm she knew had to come. Curious, how much of a relief it was - she had thought it would be harder to sever this connection.
