Maea
And from the dark
Registering the broad shoulders and well toned muscles of his arms as Liam pulled off his shirt, Maea was perhaps a bit slow in averting her gaze to give him privacy. Still rubbing the bloody finger against her trousers she listened to the sloshing of water as he entered the hot spring, haunted by more than the lingering shivers going up and down her spine.
"Uh, sure," she replied to his offer, feeling anything but relaxed. Making sure to keep her own back turned as she changed into swimwear, she suddenly dreaded any kind of silence and kept talking just to fill it. "Like what? You can say that pool if you want to - it bothers me, and I'm an actual ancient."
Taking refuge in the water, Maea scanned the cave for any sign of lilies. It was habitual at this point, and also served as a wonderful excuse to look anywhere except at the soldier. The warm water did feel good, though as suspected she struggled to settle down. Her nose itched. Hair kept falling into her eyes. No matter how she twisted something was always off with the way she sat, and her arms kept floating up to the surface, bobbing stupidly with every breath. And stupid grinning faces kept intruding on her thoughts; Thalassa's talk of 'cues' she wasn't reading, and Flora's teasing about scribbling names in margins... Agh, there she went again, dwelling over nonsense for no reason.
"Uh, sure," she replied to his offer, feeling anything but relaxed. Making sure to keep her own back turned as she changed into swimwear, she suddenly dreaded any kind of silence and kept talking just to fill it. "Like what? You can say that pool if you want to - it bothers me, and I'm an actual ancient."
Taking refuge in the water, Maea scanned the cave for any sign of lilies. It was habitual at this point, and also served as a wonderful excuse to look anywhere except at the soldier. The warm water did feel good, though as suspected she struggled to settle down. Her nose itched. Hair kept falling into her eyes. No matter how she twisted something was always off with the way she sat, and her arms kept floating up to the surface, bobbing stupidly with every breath. And stupid grinning faces kept intruding on her thoughts; Thalassa's talk of 'cues' she wasn't reading, and Flora's teasing about scribbling names in margins... Agh, there she went again, dwelling over nonsense for no reason.
Something new will come on through
and rise again
and rise again
