Maea
The worst of all blessings
It came down to respect, at the end of the day. You didn't go after the guy your friend was interested in, not if there was any genuine concern about their well being. But perhaps they hadn't gotten far enough to earn that label, Flora and her. Maybe they had wildly different ideas on how to cope with life and loss, and that's how the woman had chosen to ignore any suspicions about repressed and unvoiced emotions until Liam's rejection made that impossible. It wasn't enough to confront her with, yet Maea found it difficult to let the matter drop like she wanted to. It left a bad taste in her mouth - and she kissed Liam again, and again, until the hunger for him erased everything else from her thoughts.
"I'm yours," he said, without turning away from her lips and greed. She softened at that; fingers easing up around his collar, she sank back on her feet, startling the fish in the process. "Mine," she agreed, breathless but reassured. "And I'm yours. For as long as you want me." No, longer - forever, probably.
"I'm yours," he said, without turning away from her lips and greed. She softened at that; fingers easing up around his collar, she sank back on her feet, startling the fish in the process. "Mine," she agreed, breathless but reassured. "And I'm yours. For as long as you want me." No, longer - forever, probably.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
