Maea
The worst of all blessings
It was a gentle admonishment, one she should have expected. Yet somehow it still surprised her that Liam kept finding good things within her to rally for. Not since Amun or her actual brother had anyone volunteered to be that kind of ally, and the tender warmth his words kindled in her chest had very little to do with familial affection.
On impulse Maea reached up and cupped his face in one hand, her thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. "Mmh, you're right... I keep forgetting about the good parts. Thank you - you don't know how much it means to hear things like that." There was a tendency to try and apologise, too - for being so negative, for constantly doubting herself, for not being more – but she consciously set those aside. They were as bad as the self-deprecation and frankly an insult to the steadfast faith Liam seemed to have in her.
On impulse Maea reached up and cupped his face in one hand, her thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. "Mmh, you're right... I keep forgetting about the good parts. Thank you - you don't know how much it means to hear things like that." There was a tendency to try and apologise, too - for being so negative, for constantly doubting herself, for not being more – but she consciously set those aside. They were as bad as the self-deprecation and frankly an insult to the steadfast faith Liam seemed to have in her.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
