Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Her mouth quirked in response to Liam’s wonder, her own view perhaps a touch more wry. If roses were all she attracted for the rest of her life, Maea would count herself fortunate. There had been enough grief and misfortune in her life already, far too much leaping headlong into danger for the sake of proving to herself that she was worthy of this life. Enough already. Let this be the end of her quest. She had found her knight, saved him from the curse that bound him and found a kingdom to dwell in. May they live happily ever after, from now on. With Liam's heartbeat to steady her like a drum beneath her palms, it shouldn't be difficult to find peace. Getting tired of my own words
His gratitude soothed the tender chafes these past seasons had rubbed into her nerves. The look in his eyes as he gazed at her drew a blush to her cheeks, shy and confused at the shyness; would he always stir up butterflies in her like this? Render her speechless, at a loss for what to say, except for a simple always. Whatever happened, she'd always be there for him, always love him – and never, ever give him up. Not to anything or anyone.
Mutely burying her face against his sternum, she needed a moment - or several - before she could speak without breaking down. "For you, I'd do it all over again. But... yeah. It really is good to be back home again." Back with him. Back in familiar surroundings, with a bath waiting to cleanse her of folly and fear and the grime of a journey that shouldn't have happened.
And that bath was very much beckoning now, almost as alluring as staying tangled in Liam’s arms. "... wanna join me in the tub?" It seemed a wonderful compromise, the perfect solution that would let her have two wonderful things at once. If they stood there for a while longer the water should be bearable for Liam too.
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
