Maea
The worst of all blessings
One moment there was a universe separating them, the distance between souls doomed to always remain separate and individual. The next, not even breath was enough to keep them apart. He surged forward like a landslide, faster and softer than she would have thought possible; catching her mouth with aching tenderness that stole all the air from her lungs.
For a moment she was utterly still, as though frozen in place or petrified, returned to the stone she was reshaped from. But as the kiss lingered and his hand - his beloved hand - cradled her head, Maea melted into it and responded. Shy, at first, then more boldly as her mind caught up with the fireworks flaring up inside.
He really had nothing to worry about, as it turned out. Rarely had she felt so loved before, or as seen. She needed no roses or coffee house courtship; such things were lovely and sweet and much appreciated, but this? Forgetting the world in the midst of a chore, tangled together in trailless land where only they seemed to exist - this had her melting like nothing else.
For a moment she was utterly still, as though frozen in place or petrified, returned to the stone she was reshaped from. But as the kiss lingered and his hand - his beloved hand - cradled her head, Maea melted into it and responded. Shy, at first, then more boldly as her mind caught up with the fireworks flaring up inside.
He really had nothing to worry about, as it turned out. Rarely had she felt so loved before, or as seen. She needed no roses or coffee house courtship; such things were lovely and sweet and much appreciated, but this? Forgetting the world in the midst of a chore, tangled together in trailless land where only they seemed to exist - this had her melting like nothing else.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
