From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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ache first, but then let the cuts close spit out the blood
Lashed out could mean an entire segment of things – but grief had a way of holding onto anger. Out of sudden, strayed, strained things; like love and heartache and the dismal reality that someone was simply gone, and nowhere to put the emotion. That Sah had been the target of such anguish, despair, and ruin wasn’t surprising, but an unfortunate circumstance that would need to be righted, if anything was meant to move forward. Which might’ve been the most difficult, and would require Cordelia to settle the matters first. “You may have to start slow, to rebuild what has been lost.” An act of humility, first and foremost. His gaze rested on the floor of the parlor again, thinking, musing. “He is likely just as hurt as you are.” If not suffering more, for now a double loss in the Shrike and Aino.
Fingers tightening around his cup, absorbing the warmth as he thought, the rumble persisted in the arch of his own ruminations, reflections, and experiences. “An apology would be a good place to start. Reasoning for why you were angry.” Had he not done the same for Torchline? Given a place for the repairs to begin? “And then, if he is interested in it, a calm, rational conversation.”
watch your body pull itself back together then let your soul do the same
Cordelia purses her lips. He's right, of course, as per usual. It's different than the general that others are used to. Unwilling to bend when it comes to his own grudges, but this is different. It wasn't Sah's fault. None of it was. She had been hurt and angry and the only thing she knew to do was fight. He was just as hurt as she was. Cordelia sighs, nodding slowly at his suggestion, "I'll try talking to him." She murmurs, finishing the last of her tea and setting the cup aside.
The Shrike looks to Deimos once more, "Thank you for this. For listening." Her smile is tentative, not reaching her eyes entirely, but for a moment she looks like her old self.
Present all your pretty feelings May they comfort you tonight
ache first, but then let the cuts close spit out the blood
The thoughts seemed to circle her mind, and though he wasn’t privy to them, the wheels certainly appeared to be turning. It would take time and patience, from both of them, to render anything as it once was – both hurt, both maimed, but not an irreparable juncture. At least from the Sword’s standpoint, on the outside looking in, and only one side of the story. As she set aside her tea mug and thanked him, he nodded his head, aware of how much the gratitude extended. He'd had much the same when his friends were willing to lend an ear, offer support, when his outlooks were especially dire. “You are welcome.” Rising and taking the cup, he tilted his head, considering again. “Do you need anything else?”
watch your body pull itself back together then let your soul do the same
She stands slowly, exhaustion weighing heavily on her after the bout of tears, shaking her head as she looks up at him. "No, that's all. I- I'm going to try and get some rest." They still had plenty of work on the tower to finish and she'd be useless to them if she didn't at least try to sleep. Giving him one last smile that was shaky at best, the Shrike moves towards the door, intending to return home for the evening. "Goodnight, Deimos. See you tomorrow." She murmurs before slipping out the door, his words weighing heavily on her mind, turning over and over again. Now she just had to find the courage to do it.
~FIN~
Present all your pretty feelings May they comfort you tonight
