Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Her own worries had dissolved under the might of soap, hot water and her lover's arms and left Maea languishing in a state of much needed peace. A soft giggle slipped from her in response to his wit, and she smiled against his neck, not entirely opposed to fusing with him and the tub both. "Very tempting... but yes, the bed is probably better in the long run. It's decided then; let's just hibernate all winter. I honestly can't remember when I stayed in one place that long..." Getting tired of my own words
Sinking into her own thoughts, it was a long time before she stirred again. Only when the water began to cool and soapy suds began to make her scalp itch did she reluctantly peel away from Liam to rinse off. Pouring clean water over her head, the dribbling liquid that splashed back into the tub carried the sound of comfortable, familiar things, erasing any flashes of a Torchline fountain or blood or desperate blue eyes still harboring a rage she didn't know how to quell. Again, and again she poured water over herself, an ablution and penance and purification that left her clean, and whole, and utterly exhausted by the time she was satisfied. Wordlessly she climbed out of the tub, reached for the towels and offered one to Liam before snuggling into the other; stifling a yawn forceful enough to make her jaw creak.
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
