Maea
Left breathless by the kiss, too brief and too soon reduced to a lingering aftertaste on her lips, the impulse to follow him for more left her weak at the knees. Sinking down to sit right then and there, Maea watched Liam deal with the crows, adoring the kindness that wouldn't harm them needlessly even as the playing musculature beneath his clothes kindled low embers within her, a smolder more insistent than the red flowers scattered around her feet.
Absently she began weaving a garland out of them, a quick daisy chain so familiar to her hands that she hardly needed to look away from the mesmerising silhouette of her man. What a marvel it was, to be able to, allowed to think of him like this. Hers, to impose upon and confound and make silly demands of. Hers to ply for help and to admire and adore. Just look at how he sent the crows scattering like he'd done it all his life! Emotions welled up from all the deep places of her soul, moistening eyes soft as hazy lavender fields at dawn; and maybe it was the lial blood singing in her veins that lined her perception with gold, or maybe she was simply so perfectly attuned to herself in this moment, but the world had never been more beautiful.
Rolling onto her feet once the crows seemed to get the message and began keeping their distance, she dragged the wreath alog and wound it around the lial. Circles, spirals and windings soon covered its body, punctuated by the remaining smolder blossoms - except the ones lying forgotten at the bottom of her robe pockets - and finally Maea deposited her own flower crown on the dead animal's head.
Backing up to stand side by side with Liam, she fumbled for his hand to hold. "Thank you, Vi, and Mort, and Rae - for giving us life, for not taking Liam with the rest of his family, and for the resilience that allowed him to adapt and overcome the tragedy of the war. Thank you Heralds, for all the strength and guidance you bless us with, that help us grow in all the ways that matter." Squeezing Liam's hand, she leaned closer to him, resting a cool, smooth horn against his arm. "Thank you, Dygra, for blessing me with this new body that can experience all the joys and pains of being alive. And thank you Caido, for shaping this world that we stand upon; it has allowed me to find Liam, and for that I will always be grateful. Thank you."
Falling silent, she allowed the words to sink in, to be absorbed by a briney wind that sent clouds racing across the sky. Leaving space for Liam to speek, if he should wish to, before finishing off the simple (and somewhat chaotic) ritual. It felt good; reminded her of the years of her youth when her faith had been unwavering. Perhaps she could still find her way back to that... slowly, like a knot untangling.
Absently she began weaving a garland out of them, a quick daisy chain so familiar to her hands that she hardly needed to look away from the mesmerising silhouette of her man. What a marvel it was, to be able to, allowed to think of him like this. Hers, to impose upon and confound and make silly demands of. Hers to ply for help and to admire and adore. Just look at how he sent the crows scattering like he'd done it all his life! Emotions welled up from all the deep places of her soul, moistening eyes soft as hazy lavender fields at dawn; and maybe it was the lial blood singing in her veins that lined her perception with gold, or maybe she was simply so perfectly attuned to herself in this moment, but the world had never been more beautiful.
Rolling onto her feet once the crows seemed to get the message and began keeping their distance, she dragged the wreath alog and wound it around the lial. Circles, spirals and windings soon covered its body, punctuated by the remaining smolder blossoms - except the ones lying forgotten at the bottom of her robe pockets - and finally Maea deposited her own flower crown on the dead animal's head.
Backing up to stand side by side with Liam, she fumbled for his hand to hold. "Thank you, Vi, and Mort, and Rae - for giving us life, for not taking Liam with the rest of his family, and for the resilience that allowed him to adapt and overcome the tragedy of the war. Thank you Heralds, for all the strength and guidance you bless us with, that help us grow in all the ways that matter." Squeezing Liam's hand, she leaned closer to him, resting a cool, smooth horn against his arm. "Thank you, Dygra, for blessing me with this new body that can experience all the joys and pains of being alive. And thank you Caido, for shaping this world that we stand upon; it has allowed me to find Liam, and for that I will always be grateful. Thank you."
Falling silent, she allowed the words to sink in, to be absorbed by a briney wind that sent clouds racing across the sky. Leaving space for Liam to speek, if he should wish to, before finishing off the simple (and somewhat chaotic) ritual. It felt good; reminded her of the years of her youth when her faith had been unwavering. Perhaps she could still find her way back to that... slowly, like a knot untangling.
And I am the monster that startles me
in the mirror
in the mirror
Table base by Skylark
