Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Pale fingers slid up the column of his neck and delved into his hair, rubbing tiny circles across his scalp. It was as soothing to her as she hoped it was for him, and silenced the objections habit would have her voice. Tit for tat though; "I'll always come back to you. So thank you, for waiting for me," she murmured instead, in a subconscious shift; to stop apologising and start being grateful. Getting tired of my own words
Smiling up at him at the kiss - the final proof that everything really was alright between them still - she leaned over to close the tap before the bath could overflow, and followed Liam's gaze to the massacred rose. "Ah, right. I found this one the day after. Once I had calmed down, I met a young girl in the Wildwood... She yielded it to me. Gave me that box too. If you ever come across a chatty dark-haired kid named Theea, be sure to thank her. Also... I may have promised her a place to stay when she comes by." Hardly a worthy trade, to be honest, as Maea would have given the moon to that girl for her generosity.
"My mistake was not going straight home after that," she sighed, easing her grip on Liam only to lean down and pick up the box so it could sit more safely on a shelf instead. "I just... didn't know how to get the rose near you without repeating the mess with Thal. I kept flying and thinking, got interrupted and wound up further and further away... then the whole thing with Noah happened." Her expression fell with the reminder, and whatever burst of energy had sustained her through the past few minutes seemed to drain away. "It was mostly the trip back from Torchline that took so long. Seemed safer than the dragon."
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
