Maeve
It was the simple things that were perhaps the most delightful. How they could wrap you up in simple moments that brought more fun and peace than anything else ever could. There was a gentle sort of companionship that they were falling into. One that held promises of trips to see chorus bees, sharing of honey, sweet treats and pasties had over tea, and seashells hiding on the seashore. All of these joys so small, but equaling something bigger than either of them might realize.
"We'll plan for it then." She hummed easily, attention turning to the little hole they were digging, slowly uncovering the shell that laid hidden beneath. Melita dove in with nothing but enthusiasm, digging, shifting, and tossing sand away as they methodically and chaotically uncovered the hidden conch. It wasn't just black. No, there were spots of pinks and purples, swirling with the spikes of the conch, creating something like a stormy sunset sky. It wasn't devoid of color. Nothing ever way.
"We'll plan for it then." She hummed easily, attention turning to the little hole they were digging, slowly uncovering the shell that laid hidden beneath. Melita dove in with nothing but enthusiasm, digging, shifting, and tossing sand away as they methodically and chaotically uncovered the hidden conch. It wasn't just black. No, there were spots of pinks and purples, swirling with the spikes of the conch, creating something like a stormy sunset sky. It wasn't devoid of color. Nothing ever way.
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
