Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maea pouted, a fleeting expression that was there and gone again but left behind an emotion that could almost be kindred to amusement. "Boring... but fine. It's a promise."
Placing the compass on the ground before her feet, she kept her gaze fixed on the now unmoving needle. Avoided looking at Amun as much as he didn't look at her. Not that it would have mattered; in the long seasons that passed since they last met, when she was still mortal and happy, the young woman had become very good at masking her emotions. Her face remained impassive, the slight frame unnaturally still and void of all the restless plucking and flicking of fingers that had once been a trademark.
"... I can't seem to get used to it," she breathed eventually, in a pretend sigh. "The 'we'. 'Our', 'us'. There didn't use to be sides. And when they formed, I thought I knew which one I was on. But now..." Her jaw worked, but no words came. She couldn't phrase the conflicting toughts in a way that made sense - and after a while, Maea stopped trying. "Suppose everyone has the reason they were waiting for, now."
Maybe it had always been inevitable. Gods knew - and they did - that she had done nothing to prevent it. Quite the opposite.
Placing the compass on the ground before her feet, she kept her gaze fixed on the now unmoving needle. Avoided looking at Amun as much as he didn't look at her. Not that it would have mattered; in the long seasons that passed since they last met, when she was still mortal and happy, the young woman had become very good at masking her emotions. Her face remained impassive, the slight frame unnaturally still and void of all the restless plucking and flicking of fingers that had once been a trademark.
"... I can't seem to get used to it," she breathed eventually, in a pretend sigh. "The 'we'. 'Our', 'us'. There didn't use to be sides. And when they formed, I thought I knew which one I was on. But now..." Her jaw worked, but no words came. She couldn't phrase the conflicting toughts in a way that made sense - and after a while, Maea stopped trying. "Suppose everyone has the reason they were waiting for, now."
Maybe it had always been inevitable. Gods knew - and they did - that she had done nothing to prevent it. Quite the opposite.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
