Maea
The worst of all blessings
Warmth. It seeped through cloth and leeched into her bones, like this golden form of his held a core still molten. No wonder she thawed like this just from being held, when other hands inevitably had her shying away. As a breeze from the night beyond the windows stirred the air within, all the points of connection between them accentuated until the rise and fall of Liam's chest and their hearts beating in synch became her entire world.
Ah, it was no good. She was drifting off. Somewhere between asking and receiving the answer, sleep claimed her and a fleeting image of Liam strumming lute strings of liquid gold faded into the substance of dreams; one where the lute was actually her heart, and the kind of music they made together glowed brighter than stars.
The grip around his chest eased as her breaths slowed. The nature of her silence changed but subtly, from thoughtful to absolute. It wasn't often she allowed herself such complete defenselessness around people, and spoke louder than any words of her trust in him. In his word, his sincerity - in the absolute safety of his presence, that would not betray.
Ah, it was no good. She was drifting off. Somewhere between asking and receiving the answer, sleep claimed her and a fleeting image of Liam strumming lute strings of liquid gold faded into the substance of dreams; one where the lute was actually her heart, and the kind of music they made together glowed brighter than stars.
The grip around his chest eased as her breaths slowed. The nature of her silence changed but subtly, from thoughtful to absolute. It wasn't often she allowed herself such complete defenselessness around people, and spoke louder than any words of her trust in him. In his word, his sincerity - in the absolute safety of his presence, that would not betray.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
