Maea
The worst of all blessings
With his hands wrapped so tenderly about her cheeks, Maea felt precious. Long after the shockwave of emotion subsided and her tears dried, she was still falling back into helpless fits of giggles - thoroughly wrung out but in the best of ways. "Yeah," she chortled, all but forcing the steadying breaths down her lungs. Again, and again. "Me too. Do you prefer ice cream, or whipped cream? I have both."
Out of all the questions she'd asked today, this was perhaps the one whos answer she looked forward to the most, for the sheer triviality. Ice cream, or whipped. Chocolate or vanilla, peaches over strawberries - the numbeer of green items in his wardrobe, that he preferred the couch over the dining table and the way his expression didn't change when she reluctantly slipped out of his grasp to serve them both dessert; like she wasn't actually out of reach, and that her return back into his space was as easy and natural as breathing.
She supposed it was. Would be, once the mere thought didn't drive up a swarm of moths inside and her smile didn't turn silly with joy by simply meeting his gaze. Normal - she might need a moment to rediscover what normal meant, now that 'I' had become 'we'. "Liam?" she asked for the sheer pleasure of saying his name, while returning with the pie and plates and his choice of condiments. "What's one routine in your current life you don't want to give up?"
Out of all the questions she'd asked today, this was perhaps the one whos answer she looked forward to the most, for the sheer triviality. Ice cream, or whipped. Chocolate or vanilla, peaches over strawberries - the numbeer of green items in his wardrobe, that he preferred the couch over the dining table and the way his expression didn't change when she reluctantly slipped out of his grasp to serve them both dessert; like she wasn't actually out of reach, and that her return back into his space was as easy and natural as breathing.
She supposed it was. Would be, once the mere thought didn't drive up a swarm of moths inside and her smile didn't turn silly with joy by simply meeting his gaze. Normal - she might need a moment to rediscover what normal meant, now that 'I' had become 'we'. "Liam?" she asked for the sheer pleasure of saying his name, while returning with the pie and plates and his choice of condiments. "What's one routine in your current life you don't want to give up?"
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
