Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Rarely did she ever allow herself to be pampered, but today was different. This time she didn't protest at being scooped up and carried inside; she simply nodded in a tiny bob of her head and cradled her arms around Liam's neck, relief awash in her veins and so potent that she nearly cried. Nearly... but still no tears fell. They had turned to stone deep within, calcified in jagged lines that pricked and chafed, refusing to yield. Maybe in time they could be weathered down into something soft like forgiveness... maybe. Getting tired of my own words
"Stay," Maea requested quietly, " else I might fall asleep." And she didn't want to be alone anymore. Had done that enough, and see what came out of it! When everything she needed was right here, beating steadily in the chest beneath her cheek; willing to weather any storm with her - what a fool she was to ever think she needed to be alone.
Reluctantly accepting the need to stand on her own for a moment, she began to undo the fastenings of her ripped and stained robe, then recalled the contents hidden in its side pocket.
"Before I forget... I have something for you." Tense worry knotted in her gut, but the smile she turned on Liam was carefully light and unbothered, the way she had practiced a hundred times on the journey home. Flora's advice came in handy now, the one time she needed to lie to her lover. "Close your eyes - and hold out your hand."
How her voice kept from trembling she would never know. Her fingers certainly did, as they fumbled for the simple wooden box Theea had lent her, and the precious content within.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
