Maea
The worst of all blessings
Her heart summersalted beneath her ribcage. A deep red flush colored her cheeks, and for once Maea was left speechless, breath stolen by the way he gazed at her. The weight of his head against her palm felt at once both light as a feather and heavier than any mountain – a precious sort of burden she both dreaded and desired. Did he mean what it sounded like, when he seemed to imply he wasn't going to leave? Could she really believe that this wasn't simply imagined by one who had spent so much time alone that the simplest interaction became momentuous? Ah, at least she couldn't fool herself anymore; despite the relatively short time she'd known this man, somewhere amidst sunlit forest paths and gold-thorned roses he had gotten past all her defenses without even trying. Past walls of ice and feigned confidence, into a heart that had once sworn off anything that even resembled love. When had she started to reach for him like this? When did the simple weight of his hand on her shoulder become such a complex tangle of comfort and want...?
She managed to meet his gaze only for a fraction of a second, before it fell away, down, straying away anywhere so long as it meant escaping the dizzying flutter it brought on. Biting at a lip that had started quivering, caught between a foolishly happy smile and utter nervousness, she mutely nodded. Yes, she would let him know. For as long as he wanted to stay and remind her - "I always want you around." Quiet as a whisper, despite blushing so hard her cheeks felt bruised and a bit overheated - but she meant it.
She managed to meet his gaze only for a fraction of a second, before it fell away, down, straying away anywhere so long as it meant escaping the dizzying flutter it brought on. Biting at a lip that had started quivering, caught between a foolishly happy smile and utter nervousness, she mutely nodded. Yes, she would let him know. For as long as he wanted to stay and remind her - "I always want you around." Quiet as a whisper, despite blushing so hard her cheeks felt bruised and a bit overheated - but she meant it.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
