// won't you breathe with me? //
Seeing him like this was unusual. Used to the calm, unflappable front he normally presented, Maea was humbled by the trust he showed her by letting his guard down. Bringing a hand up she caressed his curly head, leaning her cheek against it until he looked up. "I hear you," she replied softly. Processing what he was saying, it was with a thoughtful hum that she brushed a kiss to his cheek. "I used to hate the idea of being protected," she admitted. "Like it was proof that I was weak, or incapable. But I know what you mean - it's not about that at all." It was the desire to be there for another, to be able to make a difference when things got rough, to step in and lend a hand when they stumbled.
"Can I do anything to make this easier for you? You're plenty strong, the way I see it, and with training and experience I don't see you stopping as a regular soldier..." He had the ability to lead, if he wanted to, a resilient spirit that had known pain and overcome it - and above all, he was kind. Caring. All things that mattered more than raw strength - as long as one stayed off the battlefield. With better weapons and armor to protect him... all that remained was time. And that she could do nothing about save share it with him.
"Can I do anything to make this easier for you? You're plenty strong, the way I see it, and with training and experience I don't see you stopping as a regular soldier..." He had the ability to lead, if he wanted to, a resilient spirit that had known pain and overcome it - and above all, he was kind. Caring. All things that mattered more than raw strength - as long as one stayed off the battlefield. With better weapons and armor to protect him... all that remained was time. And that she could do nothing about save share it with him.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
