Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
Sunlit days followed one after the other like pearls strung into a necklace. Seemingly perfect, hot and filled with all the verdant marvels an enchanted forest could offer. As the season passed, flowers turned to fruits and the drone of insects shifted in tibre, away from the high pitched keen of mosquitoes into the insistent string of cicadas. By the waters edge, a breeze kept the air fresh despite the high humidity and in the shade beneath a pop-up stall's striped marquee, the shaved ice in her bowl kept mysteriously refilling itself, thereby staving off any longings for a swim.
A book lay page down on the table before her, but Maea hadn't touched it for a long while. She might look serene, in her light sundress and with the hair tied up into a high ponytail, but the way her tail kept twitching suggested that the unfocused gaze and chin rested upon a palm hid a deep restlessness.
No wonder, really. It was rough to sit around and pretend to contemplate a significant life choice when all she wanted to be doing was overturn every stall and crate in the Bodega, just in case a rose decided to sprout. It wouldn't do to seem too eager about it, though. That might alarm Liam, make him think she wasn't on the verge of accepting his 'invitation' - drive him away, to a place where reaching him would be beyond difficult. So, here she was. Idling away precious moments like she had all the time in the world, like she was just another sun-loving citizen basking in the height of Longheat - pretending like summer would last forever, and pretending to love every second of it.
A book lay page down on the table before her, but Maea hadn't touched it for a long while. She might look serene, in her light sundress and with the hair tied up into a high ponytail, but the way her tail kept twitching suggested that the unfocused gaze and chin rested upon a palm hid a deep restlessness.
No wonder, really. It was rough to sit around and pretend to contemplate a significant life choice when all she wanted to be doing was overturn every stall and crate in the Bodega, just in case a rose decided to sprout. It wouldn't do to seem too eager about it, though. That might alarm Liam, make him think she wasn't on the verge of accepting his 'invitation' - drive him away, to a place where reaching him would be beyond difficult. So, here she was. Idling away precious moments like she had all the time in the world, like she was just another sun-loving citizen basking in the height of Longheat - pretending like summer would last forever, and pretending to love every second of it.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
