Maea
The worst of all blessings
"I like my toast dark," was her only comment on the state of the bread. The rich aroma of tea rose from the kettle as she pored for them both and mingled with sweet honey tones and the richness of melting butter - if 'homely' had a fragrance it would be something close to this.
Sitting down to eat, the companionable silence turned the simple breakfast into an intimate setting. Savoring the perfect crunch of toast spread with butter and jam, being present in the moment had never been so easy. At some point, unable to resist anymore, one of her hands snaked across the table towards his, palm up and open with invitation.
"What are you doing today?" came a quiet inquiry, murmured over the rim of her favorite mug. The morning light turned her eyes lavender warm as she gazed at him, for no reason beyond simple enjoyment of the view.
Sitting down to eat, the companionable silence turned the simple breakfast into an intimate setting. Savoring the perfect crunch of toast spread with butter and jam, being present in the moment had never been so easy. At some point, unable to resist anymore, one of her hands snaked across the table towards his, palm up and open with invitation.
"What are you doing today?" came a quiet inquiry, murmured over the rim of her favorite mug. The morning light turned her eyes lavender warm as she gazed at him, for no reason beyond simple enjoyment of the view.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
