Maea
The worst of all blessings
"Mmh, tempting. My friends will scold me for not eating properly though," she replied with a light laugh, and a fond thought spared for the king of Torchline. And she had indeed had grand plans for the dinner, so she was quietly relieved that they were able to salvage most of it despite the setbacks.
Why she'd ever been nervous about this evening was a question Maea couldn't have answered in that moment. Except, it was fairly obvious. Something had shifted between the two of them after her near drowning, and between that, Liam's 'condition' and the uncertainty it added in their otherwise easy friendship, she couldn't see him in the same way anymore. The taciturn soldier-for-hire that had shadowed her steps on a futile hunt for legendary flowers had revealed himself to be both a man - with all that entailed - and a potential danger. Not in this instance perhaps. but how could she be sure? Where did the line go between Liam's decisions and the Family's?
It wasn't something she liked to dwell on, but the thought hovered at the back of her mind as she rummaged through her supplies to find the mayonnaise. It still haunted her as the fragrance of roasted bread banished the memory of her dinner plans, though anytime she looked up to find Liam smiling and acting perfectly normal, the doubts melted back again. Smiling shyly as their eyes met by accident, she ducked back down over the task of slicing cheese and tomatoes - silently cursing at herself for blushing like a schoolgirl.
When the only thing remaining was to move everything over to a table - dining or coffe table, whichever he preferred - Maea wiped her hands on a towel and grimaced after a glance down her dress. "Could you finish up here? I need to change... be right back."
Why she'd ever been nervous about this evening was a question Maea couldn't have answered in that moment. Except, it was fairly obvious. Something had shifted between the two of them after her near drowning, and between that, Liam's 'condition' and the uncertainty it added in their otherwise easy friendship, she couldn't see him in the same way anymore. The taciturn soldier-for-hire that had shadowed her steps on a futile hunt for legendary flowers had revealed himself to be both a man - with all that entailed - and a potential danger. Not in this instance perhaps. but how could she be sure? Where did the line go between Liam's decisions and the Family's?
It wasn't something she liked to dwell on, but the thought hovered at the back of her mind as she rummaged through her supplies to find the mayonnaise. It still haunted her as the fragrance of roasted bread banished the memory of her dinner plans, though anytime she looked up to find Liam smiling and acting perfectly normal, the doubts melted back again. Smiling shyly as their eyes met by accident, she ducked back down over the task of slicing cheese and tomatoes - silently cursing at herself for blushing like a schoolgirl.
When the only thing remaining was to move everything over to a table - dining or coffe table, whichever he preferred - Maea wiped her hands on a towel and grimaced after a glance down her dress. "Could you finish up here? I need to change... be right back."
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
