MAEA
He was drunk. She should have realized it right away, but for some reason Maea had never associated Harper with the kind of person who lost control of himself. Perhaps that was part of what made the drink and the sex so alluring, and why the remedy was only partially effective. After some internal debate, she decided she didn't mind. If this state allowed him to be free for a moment, then who was she to deny him? Nothing he could say or do would frighten her, anyway. It was Harper, if he wanted to harm her she would have been dead a long time ago.
The offered bottle was accepted without comment. A careful sniff and a cautious sip told her straight away that she should stick to her wine; coughing as the liquor burned its way down her throat, she handed the flask back to him.
"Yeah, I can," she wheezed, out of breath - and stilled as his finger touched the back of her hand. Just that small point of connection, and yet it sent flares of sensation zipping through her skin. "Um... feel. Taste. Smell... it's all back." Clearing her voice, Maea tried to focus. Magic... what did she miss? "I think... water," she mused, eying Harper's hand as if she wasn't sure what to make of it. "It was versatile, but also creative. So many possibilities."
Frankly, the notion of asking the new goddess for anything was daunting. Maea hadn't met her yet, kept drawing parallels between her and the Voice, kept wondering if she would be judged again, overlooked again, tolerated only when she was no longer 'tainted'. And Ludo...
"I would do anything to mend the bond with Ludo," Maea murmured. Shifting her weight, she leaned herself aside, just enough for an arm to brush against Harper's. Whether to seek or offer assurance she wasn't sure. "But I'm... scared. What if the only way for me to atone for my mistakes is to return to the halls of the dead?" She had never feared death before. Never had much to live for, really. But the thought of breaking the few promises she cared to uphold... it made her hesitate.
The offered bottle was accepted without comment. A careful sniff and a cautious sip told her straight away that she should stick to her wine; coughing as the liquor burned its way down her throat, she handed the flask back to him.
"Yeah, I can," she wheezed, out of breath - and stilled as his finger touched the back of her hand. Just that small point of connection, and yet it sent flares of sensation zipping through her skin. "Um... feel. Taste. Smell... it's all back." Clearing her voice, Maea tried to focus. Magic... what did she miss? "I think... water," she mused, eying Harper's hand as if she wasn't sure what to make of it. "It was versatile, but also creative. So many possibilities."
Frankly, the notion of asking the new goddess for anything was daunting. Maea hadn't met her yet, kept drawing parallels between her and the Voice, kept wondering if she would be judged again, overlooked again, tolerated only when she was no longer 'tainted'. And Ludo...
"I would do anything to mend the bond with Ludo," Maea murmured. Shifting her weight, she leaned herself aside, just enough for an arm to brush against Harper's. Whether to seek or offer assurance she wasn't sure. "But I'm... scared. What if the only way for me to atone for my mistakes is to return to the halls of the dead?" She had never feared death before. Never had much to live for, really. But the thought of breaking the few promises she cared to uphold... it made her hesitate.
I'm bleeding out for you
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
