// won't you breathe with me? //
"Mmh, if you say so." How could she keep objecting when he sounded so sure? The kiss may have had something to do with her easy compliance too, granted. She stole another kiss before he moved away again, because one never felt like enough, but made herself settle after that. She was too tired to feed the flames of desire right now, aware that if it came down to a test of wills in this moment, she was likely to lose.
"I do want that," she conceded, about visiting Stormbreak. "I'd like to see where you grew up... and you still have friends there, right?" Old and new, with all that it implied.
The lazy coiling of the tail halted when he turned the attention onto her. Remaining silent for a while to think, a light sigh preceeded her reply. "Not really," she admitted. "But I feel like if I think too deeply about what happened, I'll just fall apart. And it's so hard to pick up the pieces afterwards..." Shrugging lightly, she didn't have the words to truly express how scared she had been. Pain and struggle she could handle, but those moments where she could have lost him lay like scattered piles of broken glass in her memory, glittering and sharp. Recollections to step around, until time could smooth down the edges. Maybe then she'd be able to look at them properly.
"I do want that," she conceded, about visiting Stormbreak. "I'd like to see where you grew up... and you still have friends there, right?" Old and new, with all that it implied.
The lazy coiling of the tail halted when he turned the attention onto her. Remaining silent for a while to think, a light sigh preceeded her reply. "Not really," she admitted. "But I feel like if I think too deeply about what happened, I'll just fall apart. And it's so hard to pick up the pieces afterwards..." Shrugging lightly, she didn't have the words to truly express how scared she had been. Pain and struggle she could handle, but those moments where she could have lost him lay like scattered piles of broken glass in her memory, glittering and sharp. Recollections to step around, until time could smooth down the edges. Maybe then she'd be able to look at them properly.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
