Maea
The worst of all blessings
Something in his tone drew her attention. The dry laugh, the almost sarcastic suggestion - was she imagining it? She wanted to ask, but before she could formulate a question he was distracted by the fish, and Maea didn't know how to bring it up. She probably was reading too much into things, as it was a bad habit of hers.
Laughing and letting the matter go, she looked around and nodded at a nearby rock that jutted into the river. "Maybe if we shuffle over there, we'll be able to sit down at least." Though she was in no hurry to go anywhere. The sun was warm against her skin, and the steady rise and fall of Liam's chest was soothing. Despite her heightened awareness of her own body, and of his whenever he moved, the burn was reducing into a mellow moldering, like embers a moment before they burned out. A fire like that could survive for weeks and months, ready to flare up at the slightest gust of wind; at the smallest bit of encouragement and attention. A rather pleasant notion, to be sure - that some day, at a time and place of their choosing, they would let it loose and see where it took them.
Laughing and letting the matter go, she looked around and nodded at a nearby rock that jutted into the river. "Maybe if we shuffle over there, we'll be able to sit down at least." Though she was in no hurry to go anywhere. The sun was warm against her skin, and the steady rise and fall of Liam's chest was soothing. Despite her heightened awareness of her own body, and of his whenever he moved, the burn was reducing into a mellow moldering, like embers a moment before they burned out. A fire like that could survive for weeks and months, ready to flare up at the slightest gust of wind; at the smallest bit of encouragement and attention. A rather pleasant notion, to be sure - that some day, at a time and place of their choosing, they would let it loose and see where it took them.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
