Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Had she ever thought it torturous, to have his fingers trace lines over her skin, circling the places where passion and pleasure waited? Well, this was torture too. A not so sweet kind, a stepping around each other, more mentally than physically. Where the game of keep away was one of glances, of pointless conversation that led to nothing, just a cover for what went on in their minds. What was he really thinking, when he spoke of lighter fluid and played with fire?
He handed her the lighter, and Maea took it, trying not to flinch when her fingers brushed against his for a fraction of a second. The device was heavier than it looked, the metal still retaining the warmth from his hand.
She turned it over between her fingers, examining it by touch as much as sight. Anything to distract herself from where he lingered, unmoving. Maea pried the lid open, examined the tiny hinges, the wheel and the muzzle where the flame had come from. She tried to spin it like he had, and found that it took a few tries before she got the right snap in, the right speed required to kindle the fire. Transfixed, Maea watched it sputter to life and die away again when she popped the lid down over it...
There was an urge to keep toying with it, see it light and extinguish over and over again. But she restrained herself, and after a while she handed it back to Sunjata.
"That's a very practical gift. If you ever decided to make the Advocates a legitimate business... then you and Libbs could become very wealthy indeed." If by wealth you counted the possession of items, trinkets and objects of relative value.
He handed her the lighter, and Maea took it, trying not to flinch when her fingers brushed against his for a fraction of a second. The device was heavier than it looked, the metal still retaining the warmth from his hand.
She turned it over between her fingers, examining it by touch as much as sight. Anything to distract herself from where he lingered, unmoving. Maea pried the lid open, examined the tiny hinges, the wheel and the muzzle where the flame had come from. She tried to spin it like he had, and found that it took a few tries before she got the right snap in, the right speed required to kindle the fire. Transfixed, Maea watched it sputter to life and die away again when she popped the lid down over it...
There was an urge to keep toying with it, see it light and extinguish over and over again. But she restrained herself, and after a while she handed it back to Sunjata.
"That's a very practical gift. If you ever decided to make the Advocates a legitimate business... then you and Libbs could become very wealthy indeed." If by wealth you counted the possession of items, trinkets and objects of relative value.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
