Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
She didn't want to move. Didn't want to ever move again. But he was, and he was bigger than her, and when he pushed himself up, with her still on his chest, there was nothing Maea could do but follow. She would have kept him there against her neck for an age, for eternity, and almost wished, in a desperate, dreadful moment that there was a dragon somewhere that could breathe them into a coccoon of ice, because surely death together would be better than this kind of parting...
His lips found hers, and they were warm. Soft, and quite gentle. She hitched a breath in protest when he pulled out of her, but though it left her hollow and empty, his arms were still holding her. And she couldn't help it; she leaned into the kiss, her mouth softening under his. There was no point in trying to be cold, not at this point. That kind of pretend had never worked, because she cared far too much to hurt him with silly antics. Once she had tried... and it lasted all of a minute, until he looked at her with heartbreak in his eyes.
That had been the first time she tried to walk away from him.
His mouth moved, brushed over her jaw. Kissed her nose; it tickled, and against her will she wrinked it, forced to react. Reluctantly she lifted her gaze, met his eyes. Forced herself to smile, and tried to bring some light into her eyes. For him. So that this wouldn't break him.
"And I love you, Sunjata." She hoped he wouldn't forget that, when he walked this road to wherever. Even if no one else was, she'd be there. At his back, or by his side. Ahead of him, leading the way. Or wherever he needed her to be.
When she felt her smile falter, the girl brought her arms around his neck and leaned in, to press her face into the crook of his neck. Breathed him in, while she swallowed back tears. She wouldn't cry. Not now, not yet. She could break down again when he wasn't watching... there would be plenty of lonely nights ahead for her to dampen the pillow.
"... what happens now?" she asked, muffled against his neck, when she couldn't stand the silence anymore. Left it to him to decide; this was his stupid idea, after all.
His lips found hers, and they were warm. Soft, and quite gentle. She hitched a breath in protest when he pulled out of her, but though it left her hollow and empty, his arms were still holding her. And she couldn't help it; she leaned into the kiss, her mouth softening under his. There was no point in trying to be cold, not at this point. That kind of pretend had never worked, because she cared far too much to hurt him with silly antics. Once she had tried... and it lasted all of a minute, until he looked at her with heartbreak in his eyes.
That had been the first time she tried to walk away from him.
His mouth moved, brushed over her jaw. Kissed her nose; it tickled, and against her will she wrinked it, forced to react. Reluctantly she lifted her gaze, met his eyes. Forced herself to smile, and tried to bring some light into her eyes. For him. So that this wouldn't break him.
"And I love you, Sunjata." She hoped he wouldn't forget that, when he walked this road to wherever. Even if no one else was, she'd be there. At his back, or by his side. Ahead of him, leading the way. Or wherever he needed her to be.
When she felt her smile falter, the girl brought her arms around his neck and leaned in, to press her face into the crook of his neck. Breathed him in, while she swallowed back tears. She wouldn't cry. Not now, not yet. She could break down again when he wasn't watching... there would be plenty of lonely nights ahead for her to dampen the pillow.
"... what happens now?" she asked, muffled against his neck, when she couldn't stand the silence anymore. Left it to him to decide; this was his stupid idea, after all.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
