[open] that day even the sun was afraid of you; any

[Mazikeen]

When he doesn’t smile, doesn’t respond right away with a joke or an agreement, Maze wishes she could suck back in her words or tear them from Firion’s memory so he could not keep that piece of her vulnerability. She had meant it but as she watches something (regret?) come into his eyes followed by a hollow darkness she begins to choke on her own words and she can already feel the anger begin to ruse by the time he speaks. She doesn’t look away - even when he does - as though she could set him on fire just with her gaze. The rest of his words don’t even register, it’s all white noise in her mind - and then he just leaves. She wishes she hadn’t wanted to be his friend. Wishes she had been the one to leave first, back when he was being annoying and stubborn. Wishes she didn’t feel bothered by his words and the way he had just literally fled from her at the mere mention of friendship. Not even! Just the possibility of company! Her offer had been so small and still it had not even been considered. Well, that’s the last time she tries to do that. “Fuck you, Firion!” She shouts after him - maybe too late, but it feels good to embrace the anger. There are tears, maybe, but they sizzle and dry away as her fury takes over. In her rage, she shifts - finally! Not into herself but an osprey and she immediately takes flight. Wanting to forest the forest and the mysterious, bastard of a boy as soon as possible.