Maea
The worst of all blessings
The dagger was brought out, but before she could take it, the edge was turned on his shirt instead. About to object and tell him she could fix herself right up, his glance at her face stilled any objections. However briefly their eyes met, it quelled some obstinate part of her that so often demanded independence, and strength, and taking care of herself.
"Mhm, go ahead," she murmured instead. Quietly she watched Liam's expression while her hands were tended to, thinking that perhaps she wasn't the only one who'd been injured just now. It was subtle, but something in his eyes... No, she couldn't be sure. And it was hard to think about much else when her hand was turned over so carefully, like she was something breakable that should be handled with care.
"What about you? Are you alright?" The knife lay there, perfectly useable and within reach. Yet it seemed somehow... inappropriate, to turn it on herself while he was being so sweet.
"Mhm, go ahead," she murmured instead. Quietly she watched Liam's expression while her hands were tended to, thinking that perhaps she wasn't the only one who'd been injured just now. It was subtle, but something in his eyes... No, she couldn't be sure. And it was hard to think about much else when her hand was turned over so carefully, like she was something breakable that should be handled with care.
"What about you? Are you alright?" The knife lay there, perfectly useable and within reach. Yet it seemed somehow... inappropriate, to turn it on herself while he was being so sweet.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
