MAEA
The feathers were beautiful. If they reminded her of someone else for a moment, Maea chased the memory away with a deep gulp of the wine. Still steaming, it flushed her throat without burning it and left an aftertaste of spices once thought exotic and rare. Tired of flinching, she braved the distance and touched a clawed finger to the shimmering darkness, for the simple pleasure of its softness.
Maybe it was the same as her magic. Maybe it didn't have to be. Maybe all that mattered was that her aching need for something more than just herself was not batted away, dismissed as too much, too greedy.
As Harper caught her gaze and held it, she felt the force of his words like a flood washing through her mind. Painful, in the ways he told her things she had stopped believing in. Did she really deserve anything? Was it really not too much, to ask for silly trinkets of no value to anyone but herself? The lump in her throat grew, tears prickling her eyes without quite falling, and by the time he slumped back into the seat Maea was left breathless and overwhelmed, shaken by his faith in her.
Quietly, she listened as he went on, laying bare his own burdens. Shifting so that she sat turned towards him, she gave him space and returned his hand when he seemed to need it, only plucking aimlessly at the edge of her own sleeve.
"Love is a poison," she mumbled, knowing the fool it made of people firsthand. "It's sweet, but I don't think it's reason enough to do anything. Not anymore." Desert mirage, poisoned dagger, double edged sword; "Leastways, I don't think it's good for anyone who doesn't love themselves first. It's too easy to get swept away."
Holding out a hand, she mutely asked for his bottle. Should he care to offer it again, she would take it and the hand he held it in as well, unwilling to let go right away.
"What... what would you do, if you could do anything in the whole world? No limits, no conditions." Leaning forward, intent on what his answer might be, her eyes kept changing hue in the flickering lamplight.
Maybe it was the same as her magic. Maybe it didn't have to be. Maybe all that mattered was that her aching need for something more than just herself was not batted away, dismissed as too much, too greedy.
As Harper caught her gaze and held it, she felt the force of his words like a flood washing through her mind. Painful, in the ways he told her things she had stopped believing in. Did she really deserve anything? Was it really not too much, to ask for silly trinkets of no value to anyone but herself? The lump in her throat grew, tears prickling her eyes without quite falling, and by the time he slumped back into the seat Maea was left breathless and overwhelmed, shaken by his faith in her.
Quietly, she listened as he went on, laying bare his own burdens. Shifting so that she sat turned towards him, she gave him space and returned his hand when he seemed to need it, only plucking aimlessly at the edge of her own sleeve.
"Love is a poison," she mumbled, knowing the fool it made of people firsthand. "It's sweet, but I don't think it's reason enough to do anything. Not anymore." Desert mirage, poisoned dagger, double edged sword; "Leastways, I don't think it's good for anyone who doesn't love themselves first. It's too easy to get swept away."
Holding out a hand, she mutely asked for his bottle. Should he care to offer it again, she would take it and the hand he held it in as well, unwilling to let go right away.
"What... what would you do, if you could do anything in the whole world? No limits, no conditions." Leaning forward, intent on what his answer might be, her eyes kept changing hue in the flickering lamplight.
I'm bleeding out for you
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
