MAEA
The sound of his feet filled the room as Amun rose and went for the clay. Her empty hands twitched, then went still again as he immediately returned. Her palm filled up with a damp weight, the dripping water registering more for the gray-colored runnels it painted along her skin than for the wetness of it. Maea closed her fingers around it, and the sensation brought to mind the cold give of the Fae's body as she had lowered it into the ground. She shuddered, turning her gaze away. Soon enough, the droplets that tapped onto the floor grew red as blood re-liquefied on her skin.
The hand on her knee brought her attention back to the potter. She leaned forward a fraction, swayed by the impulse to curl up in his arms and weep. But she remained seated, eyes dry as the sands of Hak Etme. Couldn't bring herself to reach out; not with her hands so stained.
"It could have been me," she murmured, in a soft whisper. "All that hatred... and she wore Ludo's rags. Just like I used to. She is what I would have become, if I never met you."
Empty. Aching. Driven forward by nothing save a burning need for vengeance. That look in her eyes as she tore Maea's mental wounds open - it had been her, when she roamed the streets of Torchline, planting seeds of hatred.
"I tried - I couldn't... the blood wouldn't stop. I couldn't save her." Her mouth pressed tightly together, shoulders gone rigid as she fought to contain the surge of emotion.
The hand on her knee brought her attention back to the potter. She leaned forward a fraction, swayed by the impulse to curl up in his arms and weep. But she remained seated, eyes dry as the sands of Hak Etme. Couldn't bring herself to reach out; not with her hands so stained.
"It could have been me," she murmured, in a soft whisper. "All that hatred... and she wore Ludo's rags. Just like I used to. She is what I would have become, if I never met you."
Empty. Aching. Driven forward by nothing save a burning need for vengeance. That look in her eyes as she tore Maea's mental wounds open - it had been her, when she roamed the streets of Torchline, planting seeds of hatred.
"I tried - I couldn't... the blood wouldn't stop. I couldn't save her." Her mouth pressed tightly together, shoulders gone rigid as she fought to contain the surge of emotion.
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
