MAEA
Quietly listening ro Harper's movements, she perceived the dimming lights as an easing against her eyelids. There was something soothing in this; of handing over responsibility for a moment, of simply breathing in the same space as him. If her stomach fluttered when the bed shifted under his weight, Maea thought she could be forgiven for the delusions that flashed through her mind; what mortal could entirely banish such notions when athe same man har been extending offers only a little while ago? She was not made of stone, regardless of what her distanced attitude might suggest.
It was quite the other way around. If she flinched ever so slightly as warm fingers found her hair, it was only because the shivers that rolled down her spine were so very potent. She should pull away, should not let herself indulge - but she was so tired of saying no when the no wasn't even half of the truth. So she caught herself, disguised the surprise with a stretch, and felt her heart race as she nudged her head closer to Harper's hand. Fluttering eyelids parted enough to catch a blurry image of him, soft silhouette in the dark - and closed tighter upon noticing how ready he was to leave.
That shouldn't hurt. Not when she had declined his offer. Not when they hadn't seen each other for so long, when there was no reason why he would stay. It shouldn't - but it still did.
When the song came, it was as gentle as the blanket of night that surrounded them. Beautiful and haunting, she thought there must be a message there for how well they suited her. And Maea tried to let it lull her into calm, really wanted the sleep to come. But there was little relaxation to be found when his fingers were in her hair and all she could think of was how cruel a tease it was to show her all that he was of safery and comfort - all she could've had - and know how quickly he would move on to another bed when she dozed off.
There must be something about her, that made her so easy to move on from. Or perhaps she was the strange one, for being unable to let go of anyone who came close. f her chest kept aching from his kindness... that must be her own fault, for being too sensitive.
Fool. Bleeding fool was she, and too enthralled by the feeling of being touched to move away. Twisting in the soft bed, her breath betrayed the fear that he would stray from the tender skin around her horns... and the fear that he might stop.
It was quite the other way around. If she flinched ever so slightly as warm fingers found her hair, it was only because the shivers that rolled down her spine were so very potent. She should pull away, should not let herself indulge - but she was so tired of saying no when the no wasn't even half of the truth. So she caught herself, disguised the surprise with a stretch, and felt her heart race as she nudged her head closer to Harper's hand. Fluttering eyelids parted enough to catch a blurry image of him, soft silhouette in the dark - and closed tighter upon noticing how ready he was to leave.
That shouldn't hurt. Not when she had declined his offer. Not when they hadn't seen each other for so long, when there was no reason why he would stay. It shouldn't - but it still did.
When the song came, it was as gentle as the blanket of night that surrounded them. Beautiful and haunting, she thought there must be a message there for how well they suited her. And Maea tried to let it lull her into calm, really wanted the sleep to come. But there was little relaxation to be found when his fingers were in her hair and all she could think of was how cruel a tease it was to show her all that he was of safery and comfort - all she could've had - and know how quickly he would move on to another bed when she dozed off.
There must be something about her, that made her so easy to move on from. Or perhaps she was the strange one, for being unable to let go of anyone who came close. f her chest kept aching from his kindness... that must be her own fault, for being too sensitive.
Fool. Bleeding fool was she, and too enthralled by the feeling of being touched to move away. Twisting in the soft bed, her breath betrayed the fear that he would stray from the tender skin around her horns... and the fear that he might stop.
I'm bleeding out for you
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
