MAEA
Her hands reached up to cup his face when he pressed his forehead to hers, gentle and sweet. Brushed her thumbs along his cheekbones, down to his jaws. Maea gazed into his eyes, the beautiful shade of gray that was both silver and steel, ocean and storm - and so strangely warm, when they looked at her.
"She is wise, our Lady of Stars," she smiled, grateful that Sunjata was listening to the goddess when she told him the truth. "I agree with her. And you're doing a very good job, so don't stop trying." Mistakes had been made, but they did not define him. It was something to learn from, to grow out of, and in time... it would all be another part of what made him into who he was.
"I believe in you... there is nothing you can't do, if you set your mind to it."
He brushed a tendril of hair behind her ear, tucked it in, and Maea leaned her cheek against his hand. She did believe him, believe in him, never doubted it when he said he would try. Sometimes, she did perhaps wish to hear him say with certainty that he would accomplish something... but it was all semantics in the end, and hardly worth arguing over. Her Flood still did his best, and to Maea it was enough. Would always be enough.
She leaned up and kissed him, brushing her lips lightly over his before letting it deepen. Trailing her hands down from his face she trailed her pale fingers down his neck, over the broad shoulders and down to where the membrane sprouted from his sides again. It felt like parchment under her fingertips, velvet smooth and flexible, and she was very careful as she let her hands explore it, relishing this new, interesting side to him.
"She is wise, our Lady of Stars," she smiled, grateful that Sunjata was listening to the goddess when she told him the truth. "I agree with her. And you're doing a very good job, so don't stop trying." Mistakes had been made, but they did not define him. It was something to learn from, to grow out of, and in time... it would all be another part of what made him into who he was.
"I believe in you... there is nothing you can't do, if you set your mind to it."
He brushed a tendril of hair behind her ear, tucked it in, and Maea leaned her cheek against his hand. She did believe him, believe in him, never doubted it when he said he would try. Sometimes, she did perhaps wish to hear him say with certainty that he would accomplish something... but it was all semantics in the end, and hardly worth arguing over. Her Flood still did his best, and to Maea it was enough. Would always be enough.
She leaned up and kissed him, brushing her lips lightly over his before letting it deepen. Trailing her hands down from his face she trailed her pale fingers down his neck, over the broad shoulders and down to where the membrane sprouted from his sides again. It felt like parchment under her fingertips, velvet smooth and flexible, and she was very careful as she let her hands explore it, relishing this new, interesting side to him.
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
