Maea
The worst of all blessings
If he wasn't moving, she wouldn't either. Like frozen in the middle of a slow dance, they remained entangled by the river's edge, guarded by curious fish. When his question dropped it came so out of the blue that Maea's squinted to catch her his gaze came off somewhat suspicious, as though that innocence was a front for planned mischief. "Maybe," she replied vaguely, reluctant to arm him with that kind of information. "Depends... if you mean the fish, then no." Perhaps there were other places not quite as alright, but she wasn't going to admit that.
Any teasing died down however, when Flora's name returned into the conversation. Growing quite still under his arms, Maea spread her hands to lay flat against his back; steeling herself against an uneasy weight she didn't have a name for. "Yes?" Her voice sounded calm, which she was thankful for. And nothing could possibly have happened between last night and this very instance, so whatever it was, it should be fine. She was fine, they were fine. "I'm listening."
Any teasing died down however, when Flora's name returned into the conversation. Growing quite still under his arms, Maea spread her hands to lay flat against his back; steeling herself against an uneasy weight she didn't have a name for. "Yes?" Her voice sounded calm, which she was thankful for. And nothing could possibly have happened between last night and this very instance, so whatever it was, it should be fine. She was fine, they were fine. "I'm listening."
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
