// won't you breathe with me? //
It was soothing, and that's as far as Maea wanted to think right now. Like Elizabeth's relaxation techniques, she could focus on one small thing at a time, until the turmoil of her thoughts settled into a stillness like the flickering flame of a candle stilled when a draft was blocked. Receiving the chopping board, she busied herself with peeling onions and chopping them up; her hands moved with practiced ease, trading mastery for solid competency over a task performed to exhaustion over the span of years.
"Where do you usually eat?" she asked after a while, when there was nothing left to chop and her eyes had stopped running from the onion fumes. They could probably fit around the table even with the rose; the idea of sharing a meal with the plant amused her, but since it was Liam's house she'd happily conform to his routines. A tickling notion, that; how many years had it been since she was comfortable enough around anyone to let them make the rules?
"Where do you usually eat?" she asked after a while, when there was nothing left to chop and her eyes had stopped running from the onion fumes. They could probably fit around the table even with the rose; the idea of sharing a meal with the plant amused her, but since it was Liam's house she'd happily conform to his routines. A tickling notion, that; how many years had it been since she was comfortable enough around anyone to let them make the rules?
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
