Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Wait for it. Wait for it. Any time now, his blue skies would darken and the thunder start rumbling. Lightning she could handle. Shouting and oaths and even contempt she could bear, though some might hurt more than the rest. It was fine. She was good at swallowing down pain by now. She'd had a lifetime to practice.
Only... there was no darkness. No judgement, or shock, or anything. Not even acceptance, which was the strangest part. Even Maea couldn't entirely accept what she had done, and she had absolutely expected something. More than this long silence, anyway.
The longer it dragged out, the more confusion grew in her gaze. That comfortable numbness slipped, bewilderment and curiosity glinting through. Didn't he care?
Did it help?
The question was so unexpected that she actually took a step back. Maea blinked, and her lips twitched. Again, until a very strange and disbelieving smile appeared, and a snort of laughter could no longer be suppressed. Why was she laughing?
"No," she chuffed, lips curling in distaste. "Of course not. I'm standing here, talking to you, aren't I? If it helped, if it even worked as intended, then I would have been caught and tried for murder by now. But it seems I overestimated the importance of a boxing ring over a hospital." She spat the words out as though they were vile to hold in the mouth.
Only... there was no darkness. No judgement, or shock, or anything. Not even acceptance, which was the strangest part. Even Maea couldn't entirely accept what she had done, and she had absolutely expected something. More than this long silence, anyway.
The longer it dragged out, the more confusion grew in her gaze. That comfortable numbness slipped, bewilderment and curiosity glinting through. Didn't he care?
Did it help?
The question was so unexpected that she actually took a step back. Maea blinked, and her lips twitched. Again, until a very strange and disbelieving smile appeared, and a snort of laughter could no longer be suppressed. Why was she laughing?
"No," she chuffed, lips curling in distaste. "Of course not. I'm standing here, talking to you, aren't I? If it helped, if it even worked as intended, then I would have been caught and tried for murder by now. But it seems I overestimated the importance of a boxing ring over a hospital." She spat the words out as though they were vile to hold in the mouth.
