Maea
The worst of all blessings
"Mmh." The future, indeed. A jaded part of her found it difficult to trust anything beyond tomorrow. An all or nothing mindset born from too many interrupted attempts to plant seeds and set root got in the way, tempting her to rush, leap impulsively at the first glimmer of a plan or wish before it could disappear. But maybe with Liam beside her, it would get easier. His quiet confidence and easy going nature was the perfect foil for her flighty dreamer's approach. The rock to her windstorm. Sunlight to her mercurial april weather heart.
Biting back a yawn as his drowsiness spread to her, she found it increasingly difficult to keep her thoughts in a straight line. It had been a long day, hectic in her struggle to make the evening perfect. Now that all difficult parts were over, the aftermath settled over her mind like a fluffy woolen blanket. "Mmh... bit of everything. Flora and fauna guides, Fae history, a few on crafts and plants, cookbooks... herbs..." Buying when she could, borrowing from the Undercroft when needed, hers was an eclectic collection of dry encyclopedias and flowery prose, fiction and fact mingling together to reflect the varied topics she found interesting.
"Can you... play any instruments?" This idle game of twenty questions was all that separated her from sleep and this blissful calm from the inevitable matter of dishes and partings and sleeping arrangements. She didn't want to get up, or him to leave, yet the request to take things slow sort of hinged on staying away from bedrooms and temptation... for a while. At least for tonight. Given the effect a simple touch to her back was having...
Yeah, no. Don't think about it. Do not. Think. About it.
Biting back a yawn as his drowsiness spread to her, she found it increasingly difficult to keep her thoughts in a straight line. It had been a long day, hectic in her struggle to make the evening perfect. Now that all difficult parts were over, the aftermath settled over her mind like a fluffy woolen blanket. "Mmh... bit of everything. Flora and fauna guides, Fae history, a few on crafts and plants, cookbooks... herbs..." Buying when she could, borrowing from the Undercroft when needed, hers was an eclectic collection of dry encyclopedias and flowery prose, fiction and fact mingling together to reflect the varied topics she found interesting.
"Can you... play any instruments?" This idle game of twenty questions was all that separated her from sleep and this blissful calm from the inevitable matter of dishes and partings and sleeping arrangements. She didn't want to get up, or him to leave, yet the request to take things slow sort of hinged on staying away from bedrooms and temptation... for a while. At least for tonight. Given the effect a simple touch to her back was having...
Yeah, no. Don't think about it. Do not. Think. About it.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
