Maea
The worst of all blessings
The stillness spread further as his words sank in. Maea didn't stiffen, exactly, but it was a preternatural kind of quiet about her, like she breathed only out of habit and suddenly stopped. A breeze toyed with the long strands of silken hair, setting a few at odd angles from the ponytail. A few strays caught on her lip, but she didn't seem to notice; her gaze was distant, watching some far off scenery with a desperately neutral expression. Wanting to be fair, and reasonable, even though lacked the context to grant any clemency.
"How did it happen?" Again, she sounded very calm. Maea was proud of that. No hysterics here; he'd said no. That was good. It helped. But. Not enough to make her drop this, because the pool party was long after Flora had teased her about Liam and writing his name in her journal, which meant that she'd at least been vaguely aware of a connection between them. Didn't that mean...
But no. She shouldn't jump to conclusions. Not until she'd heard the full story.
"How did it happen?" Again, she sounded very calm. Maea was proud of that. No hysterics here; he'd said no. That was good. It helped. But. Not enough to make her drop this, because the pool party was long after Flora had teased her about Liam and writing his name in her journal, which meant that she'd at least been vaguely aware of a connection between them. Didn't that mean...
But no. She shouldn't jump to conclusions. Not until she'd heard the full story.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
