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Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

Irridescent liquid spilled over wan lips and dyed them like an oilspill, like mother of pearl. At first nothing happened. But a trickle must have made it past, perhaps only a small drop - and where blood had done nothing but prolong this dormancy, the fluid set off a spark. Reflexively her mouth opened and latched on to the proffered wrist, sharp fangs piercing deep into tissue entirely without thought. Instinct or some programming that came very close to it took over and began to greedily drain away what was needed to reboot the system.

Slowly, Maea's eyes came open. Hazy and unfocused, it took some time before her gaze settled on Amun.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh