Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Taken aback by the sudden shift in his tone, she stood stiffly through the embrace. Too shocked to move, and not so free with her affections that she thought to return it. After a moment she freed herself, and gave Darkeye a bemused smile. The tension in her hands remained, much as the gesture was appreciated.
If only his advice had not been so dangerous. Her lips thinned into a line, and once more Maea's gaze traveled off. Roaming the surrounding buildings, tracing patterns in the cobbled street.
"Amun knows," she replied in a subdued tone. "My former lover is here in the Hollowed Grounds, waiting for his husband to wake from a death-sleep. We have agreed not to speak of the past anymore. My former life is a rotting house here in the region, in fields no one tends, among apple trees and empty barns. My family is gone. My friends are gone, or grown so distant they might as well be. Amun is all I have left." It was stated matter-of-factly, yet the tension around her eyes suggested it was far from over, no matter how cold the ashes of that past might be.
"As for Remi... I met him, some days ago. Out in the Wilds. He told me that I should not be, Darkeye. As the demi-god of death, he should not allow me to be. Why I was allowed to leave I don't know, but I have a feeling that there will not be a second time." Pushing herself away from the door, the slender girl turned to Darkeye, palms opening towards him in a helpless shrug.
"I can go to Ludo. But I fear death is the only outcome I can expect from that encounter, if it will see me at all. Is that truly my only option?" Her mouth trembled, fear a haze over her eyes; not of death, so much as leaving behind only pain and bitterness. Again.
If only his advice had not been so dangerous. Her lips thinned into a line, and once more Maea's gaze traveled off. Roaming the surrounding buildings, tracing patterns in the cobbled street.
"Amun knows," she replied in a subdued tone. "My former lover is here in the Hollowed Grounds, waiting for his husband to wake from a death-sleep. We have agreed not to speak of the past anymore. My former life is a rotting house here in the region, in fields no one tends, among apple trees and empty barns. My family is gone. My friends are gone, or grown so distant they might as well be. Amun is all I have left." It was stated matter-of-factly, yet the tension around her eyes suggested it was far from over, no matter how cold the ashes of that past might be.
"As for Remi... I met him, some days ago. Out in the Wilds. He told me that I should not be, Darkeye. As the demi-god of death, he should not allow me to be. Why I was allowed to leave I don't know, but I have a feeling that there will not be a second time." Pushing herself away from the door, the slender girl turned to Darkeye, palms opening towards him in a helpless shrug.
"I can go to Ludo. But I fear death is the only outcome I can expect from that encounter, if it will see me at all. Is that truly my only option?" Her mouth trembled, fear a haze over her eyes; not of death, so much as leaving behind only pain and bitterness. Again.
Maea
