Maea
The worst of all blessings
Brushing her thumb along his to soothe the worry in his eyes, Maea smiled, thoughtful in her reflection of the past. "Mh, thank you. It didn't kill me, though, and I learned what I need to feel safe... it is what it is." And after spending so many years chewing over all the things that went wrong, she was more than ready to move on. "I think I'd rather have you show me what it's supposed to be like." What it felt like to be enough for someone. Not perfect, not without flaws or incapable of changes or improvement, just... enough, so that there was no need to look anywhere else.
Quickly quenching his concerns about being overbearing with a shake of her head, Maea didn't even hesitate. "No, not at all. Not even once. I've never felt anything but safe and respected around you. It's probably how I came to trust you so quickly... It never felt like there were any ulterior motives to anything you said." Only genuine care and concern, on top of an honesty that paired exquisitely well with her own. It was hard to believe that she'd once dismissed him as a pretty face that she couldn't possibly relate to; hard to think he'd been only a face in the crowd less than a year ago. Now her day did not feel complete unless she'd seen him at least once, and though it would likely take her a while to fully digest the shift from friends to... partners? it only felt natural. Like this was the only real way their relationship could have developed.
Relaxing into the warmth of him while listening, Maea was humbled by the weight of Liam's care. Like he'd be fine with anything happening to himself, but woe to the ones who laid a finger on his loved ones - which meant her, too, apparently.
Shifting so that she could slide an arm behind his back, she hugged herself closer, accepting the responsibility of taking better care of herself. "I hear you. I'll do my best to be careful." As for her... She thought about it for a moment. "Probably, lying. I'd rather be hit with painful truths than a thousand white lies, no matter how well intending. I feel like lying... shows you don't trust someone to face reality, and not owning up to uncomfortable situations. Which is human, but... yeah. If there's no honesty, there's no way forward."
Quickly quenching his concerns about being overbearing with a shake of her head, Maea didn't even hesitate. "No, not at all. Not even once. I've never felt anything but safe and respected around you. It's probably how I came to trust you so quickly... It never felt like there were any ulterior motives to anything you said." Only genuine care and concern, on top of an honesty that paired exquisitely well with her own. It was hard to believe that she'd once dismissed him as a pretty face that she couldn't possibly relate to; hard to think he'd been only a face in the crowd less than a year ago. Now her day did not feel complete unless she'd seen him at least once, and though it would likely take her a while to fully digest the shift from friends to... partners? it only felt natural. Like this was the only real way their relationship could have developed.
Relaxing into the warmth of him while listening, Maea was humbled by the weight of Liam's care. Like he'd be fine with anything happening to himself, but woe to the ones who laid a finger on his loved ones - which meant her, too, apparently.
Shifting so that she could slide an arm behind his back, she hugged herself closer, accepting the responsibility of taking better care of herself. "I hear you. I'll do my best to be careful." As for her... She thought about it for a moment. "Probably, lying. I'd rather be hit with painful truths than a thousand white lies, no matter how well intending. I feel like lying... shows you don't trust someone to face reality, and not owning up to uncomfortable situations. Which is human, but... yeah. If there's no honesty, there's no way forward."
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
