Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Relieved to step away the moment the task was done, Maea retreated to the opposite wall and pressed her back against it under the guise of inspecting the decorations. It annoyed her how much it got to her, these anxious episodes where someone got just a little too close. Whether intentional or not didn't matter; it still left her mouth dry and the pulse racing, short of breath as if her very lungs were constricting.
It was stupid. So pointless to get flustered all on her own.
"Looks good, yeah?" she murmured, straining to keep the silence from stretching out too much. Don't make it awkward. Awkwarder. Gathering her hair over a shoulder, her fingers combed restlessly through it. It was still damp from the snow. "Anything else you wanted to do?"
It was stupid. So pointless to get flustered all on her own.
"Looks good, yeah?" she murmured, straining to keep the silence from stretching out too much. Don't make it awkward. Awkwarder. Gathering her hair over a shoulder, her fingers combed restlessly through it. It was still damp from the snow. "Anything else you wanted to do?"
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
