Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Again, a different reaction from the one she had expected. Maea was admittedly taken aback - this really was nothing at all like the sunshine boy she had spoken to in the past. The one who had charmed girls in Sunjata's bar, and conversed about broken hearts and sandcastles on a beach. It seemed like - no, it was a lifetime ago. Had he changed? Or was this just a layer beneath the mask.
Maea thought she might enjoy this Harper a little better than the other one. Even when his questions began to grow uncomfortably personal.
Biting down on silence, the semblance of a young woman did him the courtesy of actually considering it. In the drifting haze and the pouring rain, hard edges blurred and faded, blending into one another. Before long, the sun would set and shadows come creeping. Right now, in this monochrome daze before twilight, even secrets might get lost and drown in some stagnant pool. What better place to spill them?
"To do them...?" she repeated slowly, thoughtfully. "No. What helped... what felt good was the direction. Even if only for a moment, I had a plan. A purpose." Looking down at her marred hand, Maea frowned. "I had conviction enough to risk myself to see it through. That... is gone now, though. I can't seem to find the interest to even follow through on what I've already started."
The apathy, a gnawing pit into which all the important things inevitably fell.
Maea thought she might enjoy this Harper a little better than the other one. Even when his questions began to grow uncomfortably personal.
Biting down on silence, the semblance of a young woman did him the courtesy of actually considering it. In the drifting haze and the pouring rain, hard edges blurred and faded, blending into one another. Before long, the sun would set and shadows come creeping. Right now, in this monochrome daze before twilight, even secrets might get lost and drown in some stagnant pool. What better place to spill them?
"To do them...?" she repeated slowly, thoughtfully. "No. What helped... what felt good was the direction. Even if only for a moment, I had a plan. A purpose." Looking down at her marred hand, Maea frowned. "I had conviction enough to risk myself to see it through. That... is gone now, though. I can't seem to find the interest to even follow through on what I've already started."
The apathy, a gnawing pit into which all the important things inevitably fell.
