// won't you breathe with me? //
His palm tickled against her own, warm and solid and real. The weight of what they were agreeing on came slamming down on her, and her return laugh was a touch breathless. Again there was a sense of the world jolting sideways, like some loom of fate had registered her choice and slammed her thread into a new path. A bit of dissociation, perhaps? Certainly she was overwhelmed, and reluctant to let go of Liam's hand – in case relinquishing it meant she would start to drift again.
Mh, but holding on to him was alarming in an entirely different way. So she made herself let go, gently retrieving her hand under the pretense of scraping the bowl clean of stew. Not much remained, surprisingly; Maea could barely recall when she'd taken the last few bites. "Nor I," she mumbled, biting back a foolishly happy little grin. "I'm glad I met you..."
Mh, but holding on to him was alarming in an entirely different way. So she made herself let go, gently retrieving her hand under the pretense of scraping the bowl clean of stew. Not much remained, surprisingly; Maea could barely recall when she'd taken the last few bites. "Nor I," she mumbled, biting back a foolishly happy little grin. "I'm glad I met you..."
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
