Maea
The worst of all blessings
A tingle traipsing down her spine as Liam's presence behind her threatened to erase all thoughts of food and cooking. How was she supposed to think up a new menu when she could feel him breathing, that steady rise and fall of a chest that had no business being so solid and real. That she could simply lean back and let him support her passed through her mind and wouldn't leave again - and perhaps that was why it took her far too long to identify the loaf of bread on the shelf right in front of her nose.
"Ah, mhm, there's bread. Is toast okay, though? It's so simple.." Would it really be enough to keep him from going hungry? It certainly was a far cry from succulent stew and the pie she had been making... "Oh shit, the pie!" Whipping around on a heel, she was off to the oven, elusive as a wisp and just as hard to catch. Pulling open the oven door, a scent of warm fruit and caramelized sugar wafted into the room, replacing the charred odor with something far sweeter. A whoop of delight escaped Maea as she pulled it out, to find that while the crust was a touch darker than it ought to be, it hadn't burned at all. "We have dessert!" she announced as it was set aside to cool, suddenly feeling infinitely better. "You know what, toast is fine. What do you want on yours? There's ham, cheese, some condiments..."
"Ah, mhm, there's bread. Is toast okay, though? It's so simple.." Would it really be enough to keep him from going hungry? It certainly was a far cry from succulent stew and the pie she had been making... "Oh shit, the pie!" Whipping around on a heel, she was off to the oven, elusive as a wisp and just as hard to catch. Pulling open the oven door, a scent of warm fruit and caramelized sugar wafted into the room, replacing the charred odor with something far sweeter. A whoop of delight escaped Maea as she pulled it out, to find that while the crust was a touch darker than it ought to be, it hadn't burned at all. "We have dessert!" she announced as it was set aside to cool, suddenly feeling infinitely better. "You know what, toast is fine. What do you want on yours? There's ham, cheese, some condiments..."
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
