Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
As expected, the bath was just what she needed. The scrubbing she undertook was thorough, scouring her limbs until every inch of skin flushed pink and clean and slightly tender from excess force. Feeling better for if, the contrast of Liam's gentle lathering became even more pronounced. His thumbs found tight knots in her muscles, eliciting the occasional hiss of pain only for relieved sigh to follow. Pampered... that wss a good word for how all this attention made her feel. Spoiled, seen, loved, all warm and fuzzy inside; happy, in essence.Getting tired of my own words
Doing as he said, Maea's head fell back to keep sospy water out of her eyes, while allowing him easier access - even glamoring away her horns so that he could reach every part of her scalp. "This is nice... wherever we decide to live eventually, a big bath is a must." Closing her eyes, she leaned back into Liam's arms, heedless of soap and suds in her hair. With the ablution came weariness, weighing down eyelids and tempting her with sleep... but she couldn't give in to it just yet.
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
