Maea
The worst of all blessings
Had she planned the outfit with his reaction in mind, she would have been amply rewarded. And while the garments were chosen for their ease of motion, somewhere in the back of her mind the ancient registered the color in his cheeks, the subtle sharpening of his regard, and filed it away. To be pulled out and re-examined at a later date... you know. For science.
"Thank you," came a bashful response all the same, unaccustomed to such forthright praise as she was. Slipping her hand into his, there was something quite nerve wracking to leave the privacy of the house behind like this. They might as well have sent a herald ahead to announce the shift in their status to the world, or plastered proclamations to the notice board. Every time they passed someone on the road to Liam's place Maea braced for the friendly greetings to follow with curiosity - but no questions ever came. Could it really be that the glow she thought radiated from their joined hands went unseen to all others? How peculiar.
Left to her own devices while Liam changed, she gazed absently around the small living room, remembering the other times she'd been there. When he emerged from the bedroom - a space she had yet to see for herself - she looked up from her inspection of the contents of a shelf – and swallowed thickly against a sudden dryness of her mouth. It wasn't much different from how he usually dressed, but boy did it hit different now to see the width of his shoulders accentuated by the shirt and how his facial structure came to its right with the curls pulled away.
"Not bad yourself..." An understatement, to be sure. He was strikingly handsome, in a way she'd once dismissed as entirely out of her league. Even now it was unfathomable why someone like him would take notice of a strange oddity like her... but she was grateful, whatever it was about her that made him look twice.
Surreptitiously pinching herself while he fetched the bags, it didn't seem to be a dream, after all. Hovering dazedly by the door until they were ready to head for the market, a silly little grin kept playing on her lips at the sheer wonder over how quickly life could change.
"Thank you," came a bashful response all the same, unaccustomed to such forthright praise as she was. Slipping her hand into his, there was something quite nerve wracking to leave the privacy of the house behind like this. They might as well have sent a herald ahead to announce the shift in their status to the world, or plastered proclamations to the notice board. Every time they passed someone on the road to Liam's place Maea braced for the friendly greetings to follow with curiosity - but no questions ever came. Could it really be that the glow she thought radiated from their joined hands went unseen to all others? How peculiar.
Left to her own devices while Liam changed, she gazed absently around the small living room, remembering the other times she'd been there. When he emerged from the bedroom - a space she had yet to see for herself - she looked up from her inspection of the contents of a shelf – and swallowed thickly against a sudden dryness of her mouth. It wasn't much different from how he usually dressed, but boy did it hit different now to see the width of his shoulders accentuated by the shirt and how his facial structure came to its right with the curls pulled away.
"Not bad yourself..." An understatement, to be sure. He was strikingly handsome, in a way she'd once dismissed as entirely out of her league. Even now it was unfathomable why someone like him would take notice of a strange oddity like her... but she was grateful, whatever it was about her that made him look twice.
Surreptitiously pinching herself while he fetched the bags, it didn't seem to be a dream, after all. Hovering dazedly by the door until they were ready to head for the market, a silly little grin kept playing on her lips at the sheer wonder over how quickly life could change.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
