Maea
The worst of all blessings
Apparently, being comfortable in his arms was not the same as being immune to flirtation. It was probably a good thing she already had her face covered, because the heat radiating off her cheeks at the compliment would have been unmistakable. Even her ears reddened, leaving her wiith conflicting urges of either melting through the floor or giggling like a school girl. Possibly kick something. Maybe kiss him.
"It's okay," she murmured sheepishly, retreating back to her nest against his shoulder where she could hide and contemplate this new power he had gainned over her. "You can look if you want to." It was said very quietly, so soft she wasn't sure he'd actually hear it.
Half tempted to doze off in the stillness that followed, his touch trailing across her back prevented any real sleep from setting in. It flared like light through the thin fabric of her shirt, warm and tingly as though his hands contained barely suppressed lightning. Not wishing him to stop, she lay still as could be, hardly daring to breath in case it distracted or was mistaken as an objection.
"Mmh. Sounds like we want similar things. Maybe we should have ignored Flora's reservations after all..." But they had not. And while the Family remained in Caido, for as long as they held sway over Liam's heart and soul, the safety of the Greatwood would come before any self-realization projects she may wish to undertake. "Want to help me build a bookshelf in here? The one in my room is full." Overflowing, really, with books on glassblowing and medicine, gardening instructions and simple recipes for beginners in the kitchen, to name a few.
"It's okay," she murmured sheepishly, retreating back to her nest against his shoulder where she could hide and contemplate this new power he had gainned over her. "You can look if you want to." It was said very quietly, so soft she wasn't sure he'd actually hear it.
Half tempted to doze off in the stillness that followed, his touch trailing across her back prevented any real sleep from setting in. It flared like light through the thin fabric of her shirt, warm and tingly as though his hands contained barely suppressed lightning. Not wishing him to stop, she lay still as could be, hardly daring to breath in case it distracted or was mistaken as an objection.
"Mmh. Sounds like we want similar things. Maybe we should have ignored Flora's reservations after all..." But they had not. And while the Family remained in Caido, for as long as they held sway over Liam's heart and soul, the safety of the Greatwood would come before any self-realization projects she may wish to undertake. "Want to help me build a bookshelf in here? The one in my room is full." Overflowing, really, with books on glassblowing and medicine, gardening instructions and simple recipes for beginners in the kitchen, to name a few.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
