Liam
I just want one more chance
Liam, it seemed, was the considerably less cold of the two. He was not shaking uncontrollably now that he was in the sun, but if Maea’s jerky movements were any indication, she was far from warm. He wondered, briefly, if her molten tiger shift, with the heat that it gave off, would be a better fit for this particular moment, if it would warm her up any faster.
But then she was tucking herself under his arm, and in the hazy sort of not-quite-drunk-but-not-quite-sober stupor he was in, he forgot to ask. Instead, he draped his arm over her withers, idly stroking her opposite shoulder with his thumb - a motion so simple that he didn’t even seem to realize he was doing it. They sat for a while in the quiet, warming beneath the bright Flowerbirth sun. It was peaceful, he realized. His guilt and shame had slowly leeched away with the water, leaving only a shade of embarrassment and a healthy measure of gratitude behind.
After a while, he looked at Maea, searching for her eyes. ”Are you alright?” he rumbled quietly, concern in the crease of his brow. ”Warming up okay?”
But then she was tucking herself under his arm, and in the hazy sort of not-quite-drunk-but-not-quite-sober stupor he was in, he forgot to ask. Instead, he draped his arm over her withers, idly stroking her opposite shoulder with his thumb - a motion so simple that he didn’t even seem to realize he was doing it. They sat for a while in the quiet, warming beneath the bright Flowerbirth sun. It was peaceful, he realized. His guilt and shame had slowly leeched away with the water, leaving only a shade of embarrassment and a healthy measure of gratitude behind.
After a while, he looked at Maea, searching for her eyes. ”Are you alright?” he rumbled quietly, concern in the crease of his brow. ”Warming up okay?”
To put my arms in fragile hands
Table inspired by the lovely Skylark <3
