MAEA
"You're not, that's the whole point. And I'd also look like a five year old child, which might put a damper on your plans to get me a date." To illustrate, she gathered the pale hair up just beneath the ears, and leveled the most wide-eyed, empty-headed doll smile at him that she could manage. But carefully, so as not to undo the braids he had made.
While she listened, Maea's fingers busied themselves with splitting strands of grass. One by one, carefully divided down the middle, in some fruitless attempt at appearing calm and peaceful.
"There's nothing inherently wrong with being either. I heard someone say that fear shows us our greatest weaknesses." She tried to catch his gaze. "But you have strengths, too. Right? You have made it this far. You are not powerless, and certainly not stupid. A little reckless, perhaps, but that's probably because you've spent too much time with me." Anger was the real problem. The kind of ceaseless burn in the throat that made you stop thinking and simply act.
Like herself in Torchline. Like him, in Stormbreak. Maea leaned forward.
"Is there something I can do to help you? Train, or... anything at all? You just have to name it." But she was painfully aware that once the war broke out, she would be a burden to him at best. There just wasn't time enough for her to catch up, at this point.
While she listened, Maea's fingers busied themselves with splitting strands of grass. One by one, carefully divided down the middle, in some fruitless attempt at appearing calm and peaceful.
"There's nothing inherently wrong with being either. I heard someone say that fear shows us our greatest weaknesses." She tried to catch his gaze. "But you have strengths, too. Right? You have made it this far. You are not powerless, and certainly not stupid. A little reckless, perhaps, but that's probably because you've spent too much time with me." Anger was the real problem. The kind of ceaseless burn in the throat that made you stop thinking and simply act.
Like herself in Torchline. Like him, in Stormbreak. Maea leaned forward.
"Is there something I can do to help you? Train, or... anything at all? You just have to name it." But she was painfully aware that once the war broke out, she would be a burden to him at best. There just wasn't time enough for her to catch up, at this point.
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
