Maea
The worst of all blessings
Dew beaded on the floor beneath windows left open to the elements. A bumblebee droned over the poots of lavender placed upon the windowsill, and the bright, obnoxious drills of a blackbird in the branches of the very same tree chased Maea from the depths of slumber, out of a dream she couldn't quite recall. The dredges of it tasted golden, though; honey-sweet and precious beyond mortal treasure. The kind of dreams the gods might ask for to weave miracles and sunrises from.
Motions right next to her drew her awareness back to wakefulness as suddenly as it had faded. An ache had built up in a shoulder from lying too long in the same position, and she was uncomfortably aware of the fullness of her bladder. Liam... was still there, though. Still holding her like he never intended to let go again. And maybe she'd let him.
White lashes fluttered butterfly quick against creamy cheeks, before slowly opening. The room was the same as they'd left it; dishes discarded on the coffee table, leftover pie drying out next to the melted dregs of ice cream. A faint scent of sugar in the air was far more enticing than the taste in her mouth; rather risking to let morning breath escape, she simply smiled softly as her eyes finally made the journey up to find his face - realizing with a little start that Liam was already awake only when they locked eyes.
Motions right next to her drew her awareness back to wakefulness as suddenly as it had faded. An ache had built up in a shoulder from lying too long in the same position, and she was uncomfortably aware of the fullness of her bladder. Liam... was still there, though. Still holding her like he never intended to let go again. And maybe she'd let him.
White lashes fluttered butterfly quick against creamy cheeks, before slowly opening. The room was the same as they'd left it; dishes discarded on the coffee table, leftover pie drying out next to the melted dregs of ice cream. A faint scent of sugar in the air was far more enticing than the taste in her mouth; rather risking to let morning breath escape, she simply smiled softly as her eyes finally made the journey up to find his face - realizing with a little start that Liam was already awake only when they locked eyes.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
