Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Chewing on his words, Maea wanted to keep apologizing, keep telling him off for being so cruel to himself. The very exchange was one she hated. 'I'm sorry for hurting you' followed by 'It's okay, I'm used to it'... No. It was not okay. Never. If anything, she should be making up for all the past hurts by saying the right things, doing the right things.
Not make things worse.
"Frey isn't here, so for now my word is what goes," she retorted, finally finding something to latch on to. Her jaw shifted, bringing on a slight feathering to the muscles of her cheeks that was remarkably similar to what a common friend of theirs sometimes did. As if chewing on the words, deciding whether to spit them out or not.
"I'm not bored, so the logical conclusion is that you are not boring."
Maea could be stubborn too, when she wanted to be.
Not make things worse.
"Frey isn't here, so for now my word is what goes," she retorted, finally finding something to latch on to. Her jaw shifted, bringing on a slight feathering to the muscles of her cheeks that was remarkably similar to what a common friend of theirs sometimes did. As if chewing on the words, deciding whether to spit them out or not.
"I'm not bored, so the logical conclusion is that you are not boring."
Maea could be stubborn too, when she wanted to be.
