MAEA
Her head cocked to the side, a catlike gesture of mild curiosity at his admission, and the hesitation. She suppressed a smile, feeling that it wasn't the best time to be seen laughing at him - this was serious business after all - but her brow did rise a little.
"Only one way to find out, sweet.
"Do you remember what Frey said about weddings? That ring does not hold any meaning other than what you give it. A wedding takes place here," she said, touching pale fingers to the chest, above her heart, her eyes on the burning arrow tattooed on his same spot, "and the ceremony, the words, it's just a display. If you don't want the ring or the bond, then it's already unmade. Carry the ring as long as you like; in the end, it's only metal and stone, with a little magic thrown in. It cannot dictate your future unless you allow it to do so."
Even in the shade, her clothes were starting to dry. Ivory strands of hair drifted on a lazy breeze, freed from the weigh of the water by the sun's heat. Maea dared to meet Sunjata's gaze again, and shuddered a little at the look he gave her; hungry, longing, lost. He declared the kiss a great one, and she squirmed a little, the echo of it lingering on her lips. His hand on her back, in her hair...
"Yes... It was." She felt a little lonely, even standing face to face with him.
Though there was space between them, it could be closed with a few determined strides... and she wondered absently what might happen if someone's resolve caved in. Nothing good, probably. This was all too overwhelming, brought on too suddenly... it would be best for both of them to separate, go home, think and focus on other things.
See if it was all a mirage created by the sun. A feeling easily lost in the storms to come.
"Only one way to find out, sweet.
"Do you remember what Frey said about weddings? That ring does not hold any meaning other than what you give it. A wedding takes place here," she said, touching pale fingers to the chest, above her heart, her eyes on the burning arrow tattooed on his same spot, "and the ceremony, the words, it's just a display. If you don't want the ring or the bond, then it's already unmade. Carry the ring as long as you like; in the end, it's only metal and stone, with a little magic thrown in. It cannot dictate your future unless you allow it to do so."
Even in the shade, her clothes were starting to dry. Ivory strands of hair drifted on a lazy breeze, freed from the weigh of the water by the sun's heat. Maea dared to meet Sunjata's gaze again, and shuddered a little at the look he gave her; hungry, longing, lost. He declared the kiss a great one, and she squirmed a little, the echo of it lingering on her lips. His hand on her back, in her hair...
"Yes... It was." She felt a little lonely, even standing face to face with him.
Though there was space between them, it could be closed with a few determined strides... and she wondered absently what might happen if someone's resolve caved in. Nothing good, probably. This was all too overwhelming, brought on too suddenly... it would be best for both of them to separate, go home, think and focus on other things.
See if it was all a mirage created by the sun. A feeling easily lost in the storms to come.
