MAEA
Perhaps it still hadn't sunk in for him, that she was not afraid of monsters. That the darkness did now frighten her, that shadows and the memories of the dead bothered her very little. She was a follower of Ludo, and found comfort in the dark places, the lonely fields, in the depths of forests and ruins of the past.
Sunjata? His eyes were far too blue to belong to a beast. His heart beat too evenly, his hand was too gentle - how could she shy away from all that? It was more the weight of the trust he placed on her that made her quiver, that froze her in place and made her question where this sudden turn of the path might lead.
But then... he moved towards her. Took her offered hand, and pulled her ever so carefully into an embrace. Not rough or wanton, not caving to whatever urges he felt just then; it was very considerate, and careful, which she appreciated deeply at the moment. Her hands did not want to stop shaking, even as she shyly moved them about his chest, to rest lightly against the bare skin of his back. Without the water to elevate her he was far too tall for her to reach his shoulders - she realized it with some chagrin - but she still leaned into the hug, breathing a soft sigh of relief as his fingers found their way back into her hair.
What had she done to this man? What, in this short, overwhelming encounter had affected him so deeply that he changed everything just to be close to her one more time? It was overwhelming. Maea found that it wasn't just her hands that shook; her whole body trembled from the shock of this decision - to her it was monumental, changed everything - and though she really wanted to look at him, all she could manage was to hold on to him. Lean her head against his chest, and try to calm her own breathing.
Sunjata? His eyes were far too blue to belong to a beast. His heart beat too evenly, his hand was too gentle - how could she shy away from all that? It was more the weight of the trust he placed on her that made her quiver, that froze her in place and made her question where this sudden turn of the path might lead.
But then... he moved towards her. Took her offered hand, and pulled her ever so carefully into an embrace. Not rough or wanton, not caving to whatever urges he felt just then; it was very considerate, and careful, which she appreciated deeply at the moment. Her hands did not want to stop shaking, even as she shyly moved them about his chest, to rest lightly against the bare skin of his back. Without the water to elevate her he was far too tall for her to reach his shoulders - she realized it with some chagrin - but she still leaned into the hug, breathing a soft sigh of relief as his fingers found their way back into her hair.
What had she done to this man? What, in this short, overwhelming encounter had affected him so deeply that he changed everything just to be close to her one more time? It was overwhelming. Maea found that it wasn't just her hands that shook; her whole body trembled from the shock of this decision - to her it was monumental, changed everything - and though she really wanted to look at him, all she could manage was to hold on to him. Lean her head against his chest, and try to calm her own breathing.
