Maea
Stars, hide your fires
Strange, how a hand could be both intimately familiar and completely foreign at the same time. Was it he who had changed, so that no lingering heat or passion fouled the promise of new beginnings, or was she the one who simply had forgotten everything but the extremes of their past - the intense pleasure, the rending pain, and erased everything in between? Perhaps it was simply the passage of time that had altered the shape of both of them, so that two puzzle pieces that never quite fit now suddenly did - but differently, revealing a picture that had not been clear before.
The warmth of both handshake and promise lingered as Maea settled back to listen. The hint of a smile lingered in the corners of her mouth even as the topic of conversation took a somber turn; suggeting a lightness of spirit that hadn't been present in her for years beyond counting.
"So, you were infected when I hosted that meeting?" she asked, eyes widening with a sudden understanding. Sure, Sunjata had always been smooth and a charmer, but the ease with which he'd dealt with Dahlia when everyone else sat frozen had chafed at her. "What... what is it like? Being infected? The aftermath seem pretty awful, if you can't even look at each other. It's that bad?"
The warmth of both handshake and promise lingered as Maea settled back to listen. The hint of a smile lingered in the corners of her mouth even as the topic of conversation took a somber turn; suggeting a lightness of spirit that hadn't been present in her for years beyond counting.
"So, you were infected when I hosted that meeting?" she asked, eyes widening with a sudden understanding. Sure, Sunjata had always been smooth and a charmer, but the ease with which he'd dealt with Dahlia when everyone else sat frozen had chafed at her. "What... what is it like? Being infected? The aftermath seem pretty awful, if you can't even look at each other. It's that bad?"
Let not light see my black and deep desires
