Maea
The worst of all blessings
There's only you. No one else. No rush. Gods. If she hadn't already been smitten with this man, those words alone would have her falling. Some wounded part of her had been questioning whether Liam would turn out to be like Sunjata in the end, where the monogamy she required became a sacrifice to endure rather than a mutual agreement. While Liam hadn't seemed like the type, it was hard to really know when neither of them were vocal about their dating preferences before this... but by the sound of it, she needn't have worried.
"I'm glad... I don't like sharing," Maea murmured, still red in the cheeks and squirming slightly from the brush of his lips to the back of her hand. It was such a sweet gesture and she hardly knew how to contain the onslaught of emotion it brought on, like she might spontaneously combust or possibly start crying from sheer overwhelm. "There's no one else for me either, and there never will be." Like the crow dwelling at the core of her being, Maea had always been a one person only kind of soul. That it had taken her a decade to overcome the loss of her ex spoke volumes of how big a deal it was for her to let anyone in, and while it was true that feelings could change over time... she still wouldn't break this kind of promise.
"What does 'taking it slow' mean, to you?" she asked, while they were still laying out the ground rules. Maybe it was a bit awkward, but she preferred it - to define boundaries and expectations way before innocent mistakes could even occur. "Also - where goes the line between 'friendly' and 'intimate'? Just so I know when to get jealous." It was only half a joke; while being casual with friends was perfectly permissible, there was a difference to define regardless of the trust they had for each other.
"I'm glad... I don't like sharing," Maea murmured, still red in the cheeks and squirming slightly from the brush of his lips to the back of her hand. It was such a sweet gesture and she hardly knew how to contain the onslaught of emotion it brought on, like she might spontaneously combust or possibly start crying from sheer overwhelm. "There's no one else for me either, and there never will be." Like the crow dwelling at the core of her being, Maea had always been a one person only kind of soul. That it had taken her a decade to overcome the loss of her ex spoke volumes of how big a deal it was for her to let anyone in, and while it was true that feelings could change over time... she still wouldn't break this kind of promise.
"What does 'taking it slow' mean, to you?" she asked, while they were still laying out the ground rules. Maybe it was a bit awkward, but she preferred it - to define boundaries and expectations way before innocent mistakes could even occur. "Also - where goes the line between 'friendly' and 'intimate'? Just so I know when to get jealous." It was only half a joke; while being casual with friends was perfectly permissible, there was a difference to define regardless of the trust they had for each other.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
