MAEA
The worst part was, Maea didn't do so well with tight spaces. It was a recent thing, a creeping claustrophobia brought on by too much crawling around under ground. This darkness was tight and dense, reminding her of the Spire, of the mine in Halo with its gruesome inhabitants.
Even with Amun holding her hand and pressing it to his chest, the girl was beginning to feel closed in. Trapped, as rough voices came closer, and the sounds of goods being shifted around could be heard. Her pulse was racing, breath coming more rapidly, uneven; she tried to shift, move, but was crammed in too tight. It didn't help. Sweat began to bead on her face, panic dawning in her eyes as they searched the dark blindly.
Even with Amun holding her hand and pressing it to his chest, the girl was beginning to feel closed in. Trapped, as rough voices came closer, and the sounds of goods being shifted around could be heard. Her pulse was racing, breath coming more rapidly, uneven; she tried to shift, move, but was crammed in too tight. It didn't help. Sweat began to bead on her face, panic dawning in her eyes as they searched the dark blindly.
I'm an angel bored like hell
And you're a devil meaning well
And you're a devil meaning well
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
