MAEA
Pursing her lips, Maea narrowed her eyes at him, amusement glittering beneath the snowy lashes. "I wouldn't say doubt... It's more along the lines of dread. I don't really know what kind of person you would portray me as..?" That didn't sound the way she intended. She tried again. "I just mean. That what you see when looking at me, and how I feel about myself is probably quite far apart." For starters, she would never think to call herself beautiful. Just strange and different.
Tying up the small strand she had braided, it became a bracelet that she slipped onto his wrist. "Would it make you very happy to give me a makeover?" If it meant that much to him... maybe...
Maybe it would erase the scowl on his face. It was painful to see. Her gaze darkened when he mentioned what Ronin had done. Something black and cold rose to the surface, tasting of fire-smoke and violence.
"He didn't, though. I'm alright. And so are you. And if we run into either of them again, we teleport away. Alright?" If he allowed it, she would braid her fingers in with his and offer a light squeeze.
"I've been thinking about what you said before. That we might have to split up. Could we... decide on where to meet up, after? If it were to happen. If we couldn't return to the Grounds for some reason." It was the first place that made sense. Home - however much she might resent the idea still. But the Grounds were also a very obvious target to strike when the war started. Maea wanted alternatives. Places to look, should she be separated from Amun.
Tying up the small strand she had braided, it became a bracelet that she slipped onto his wrist. "Would it make you very happy to give me a makeover?" If it meant that much to him... maybe...
Maybe it would erase the scowl on his face. It was painful to see. Her gaze darkened when he mentioned what Ronin had done. Something black and cold rose to the surface, tasting of fire-smoke and violence.
"He didn't, though. I'm alright. And so are you. And if we run into either of them again, we teleport away. Alright?" If he allowed it, she would braid her fingers in with his and offer a light squeeze.
"I've been thinking about what you said before. That we might have to split up. Could we... decide on where to meet up, after? If it were to happen. If we couldn't return to the Grounds for some reason." It was the first place that made sense. Home - however much she might resent the idea still. But the Grounds were also a very obvious target to strike when the war started. Maea wanted alternatives. Places to look, should she be separated from Amun.
I'm an angel bored like hell
And you're a devil meaning well
And you're a devil meaning well
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
