MAEA
While she understood the sentiment, Maea still shook her head. "It's not the same. You became more when you Attuned. I returned with less. My magic is gone, and I feel... hollow. Maybe it's just everything catching up at once, but... I don't think so." Not entirely. The aching part where companion and magic should have been was like a missing limb, and the pain a similar kind of shock to reaching for a glass of water and realizing that your hand was gone. Not to mention that Hotaru had earned the acceptance of a god, while Maea at best had traded one for another. A downgrade, too, since she remained unconvinced of the Voice's eventual virtues.
A smile slashed across her face at the question, bitter and cruel and full of wicked amusement directed entirely at herself. A scornful laugh at her own personal brand of stupid.
"Yes," she answered. Too truthful - there was no need to pretend otherwise. Lying to herself and others... it was so boring. "Of course I tried to tell both him and myself that it wasn't the reason, but... it was. I'm sure you can imagine the shock when I realized that he had gleefully moved on in the year or so that I was gone."
She kicked at a tussock of grass, silvery green and sharp-edged in the faint night light. It was more than pathetic, really. Reckless and dangerous was more like it.
"At least I'm not staying for his sake. It's slow, but... I think I'm actually starting to move on." Hesitant, reluctant, like a mechanized fawn on trembling legs - she was learning to stand up again. Betting on a wholly different kind of love to tide her over, until she could learn to love herself.
A smile slashed across her face at the question, bitter and cruel and full of wicked amusement directed entirely at herself. A scornful laugh at her own personal brand of stupid.
"Yes," she answered. Too truthful - there was no need to pretend otherwise. Lying to herself and others... it was so boring. "Of course I tried to tell both him and myself that it wasn't the reason, but... it was. I'm sure you can imagine the shock when I realized that he had gleefully moved on in the year or so that I was gone."
She kicked at a tussock of grass, silvery green and sharp-edged in the faint night light. It was more than pathetic, really. Reckless and dangerous was more like it.
"At least I'm not staying for his sake. It's slow, but... I think I'm actually starting to move on." Hesitant, reluctant, like a mechanized fawn on trembling legs - she was learning to stand up again. Betting on a wholly different kind of love to tide her over, until she could learn to love herself.
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
