Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
The way he approached her was slow and tender, careful like he was afraid she might bolt if he moved too quick. And perhaps the analogy wasn't entirely wrong. Maea was tense, was wary for all that she wanted this, even though she had agreed to be here. She knew he was tired, that accommodating her fears and anxieties probably was the last thing he wanted to do right now, and yet he did it anyway. Like it actually mattered. Like he still cared.
She lifted her head slightly when he tucked his arm in beneath her pillow, easing herself in just a little closer still when she settled back down. Enough to let her forehead touch his, the tip of her nose brushing his. Her breath hitched when his arm tightened around her, pulled her in; a wave of heat washed through her at the simple feeling of his body against hers. Her hand tightened reflexively around his back, hugging him. Her palm stroking the firm muscles of his back; it felt like her palm was on fire from how hot he was compared to her.
He said he missed her. It was all Maea could do not to call 'your own damn fault', the urge strong enough that she had to actually bite her tongue to keep the words down. "I missed you too," she admitted instead. "I always do." Whenever they were apart, with or without fights. Remembering bitter tears shed into cold pillows, where hugging an extra blanket had made the longing for him worse, not better... It always made her question whether leaving his side was worth it.
But now he was here. She could feel his breath on her as he spoke, his arm around her... and though she burned to be so close after such a long time - it felt like ages - Maea just held him back. Closed her eyes, and breathed him in. Found that she relished this tension, the electricity flowing in the air between them. She imagined... that it wasn't just her who felt it.
She lifted her head slightly when he tucked his arm in beneath her pillow, easing herself in just a little closer still when she settled back down. Enough to let her forehead touch his, the tip of her nose brushing his. Her breath hitched when his arm tightened around her, pulled her in; a wave of heat washed through her at the simple feeling of his body against hers. Her hand tightened reflexively around his back, hugging him. Her palm stroking the firm muscles of his back; it felt like her palm was on fire from how hot he was compared to her.
He said he missed her. It was all Maea could do not to call 'your own damn fault', the urge strong enough that she had to actually bite her tongue to keep the words down. "I missed you too," she admitted instead. "I always do." Whenever they were apart, with or without fights. Remembering bitter tears shed into cold pillows, where hugging an extra blanket had made the longing for him worse, not better... It always made her question whether leaving his side was worth it.
But now he was here. She could feel his breath on her as he spoke, his arm around her... and though she burned to be so close after such a long time - it felt like ages - Maea just held him back. Closed her eyes, and breathed him in. Found that she relished this tension, the electricity flowing in the air between them. She imagined... that it wasn't just her who felt it.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
