You're so cold
but you feel alive
Reaching for another arrow, Maea followed his examples and altered her stance. Shoulders more back, her chin a little less tilted so the bow would not lean so much to the right. Back a breath straighter. Again she sighted down the arrow and aimed. Held. Loosed.
Miss. This time it went off to the left instead. Attempting to correct it on her own, the girl reached for the quiver once more and repeated the process. Aim, hold, loose.
Miss. But it was closer this time. The arrow sighed past the head of the doll and would have taken an ear off it had been an actual person. Better, if barely. All the while, she listened, and when his explanation came... it failed to move her.
Phoebe got drunk.
Phoebe got lost.
Phoebe thought him a monster.
"So? she asked, the one word question a snowstorm looming on the horizon. Heavy clouds closing in on her private Halo landscape, in a dark foreboding. Maea reached for another arrow.
Miss. This time it went off to the left instead. Attempting to correct it on her own, the girl reached for the quiver once more and repeated the process. Aim, hold, loose.
Miss. But it was closer this time. The arrow sighed past the head of the doll and would have taken an ear off it had been an actual person. Better, if barely. All the while, she listened, and when his explanation came... it failed to move her.
Phoebe got drunk.
Phoebe got lost.
Phoebe thought him a monster.
"So? she asked, the one word question a snowstorm looming on the horizon. Heavy clouds closing in on her private Halo landscape, in a dark foreboding. Maea reached for another arrow.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
