Maea
The worst of all blessings
Marveling at the ease with which they'd gone from anxiously hovering around each other to being glued to the other's side, Maea hummed playfully, thinking back. "You did fine," she assured him, "especially considering how under-equipped you were. Actually, I feel like I should apologise for giving you attitude... You made me nervous." He'd been staring at her, she recalled, and to compensate for how self-conscious it made her she'd responded with sass and dismissal. Her loss, as it turns out; a year or more of potential happiness had been wasted by a moment of hasty judgement.
There was nothing to forgive from her, anyway. It just goes to show how whimsical the fates were and how important it was to meet at the right point in time. If they had forgotten about that first encounter so easily, it simply meant they hadn't been aligned. But they were now, and as she nuzzled her cheek affectionately against his shoulder, Maea was beyond grateful for this second chance. "I doubt I'll forget anything about you from here on," she said quietly, hoping it made up for the initial blunder. "I dare say you've made quite the impact on me, mister Dawson." An unforgettable one, as it were.
There was nothing to forgive from her, anyway. It just goes to show how whimsical the fates were and how important it was to meet at the right point in time. If they had forgotten about that first encounter so easily, it simply meant they hadn't been aligned. But they were now, and as she nuzzled her cheek affectionately against his shoulder, Maea was beyond grateful for this second chance. "I doubt I'll forget anything about you from here on," she said quietly, hoping it made up for the initial blunder. "I dare say you've made quite the impact on me, mister Dawson." An unforgettable one, as it were.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
