Maea
The worst of all blessings
A quiet giggle escaped her before she could reign it in. His laughter was so unexpected, yet somehow cemented the reality more than any reassurance ever could. There was no room for that kind of pleading in cruel pranks, nor did delusions usually bleed out into brevity. If it had been simple growing tension and mounting desire she'd be more wary - but that wasn't it. Not just, though it certainly crossed her mind how close they were, how near to her lips his mouth was. There was simply... no rush. No pressing need to hurry anything, or speak unnecessarily. She would have been perfectly content to remain like this for the rest of the night, into the next day and the rest of their lives - forever, or until they fell asleep on the couch.
It was her stomach that interrupted the peaceful moment by letting out a low, persistent gurgle. The sound was so sudden and out of place that she snorted with laughter, embarrassed halfway out of her mind. And once she began, it just wouldn't stop. Bright, silvery cascades of mirth overflowed ceaselessly - just like the tears that finally escaped her control. They were good tears though. Happy, slightly overwhelmed - the kind that washed away the grime of a decade of lonely nights and resignation and wiped clean the slate.
Like a deep healing gone full circle.
It was her stomach that interrupted the peaceful moment by letting out a low, persistent gurgle. The sound was so sudden and out of place that she snorted with laughter, embarrassed halfway out of her mind. And once she began, it just wouldn't stop. Bright, silvery cascades of mirth overflowed ceaselessly - just like the tears that finally escaped her control. They were good tears though. Happy, slightly overwhelmed - the kind that washed away the grime of a decade of lonely nights and resignation and wiped clean the slate.
Like a deep healing gone full circle.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
