no vacancy

You're so cold

but you feel alive

Sometimes it was far easier to push problems to the morrow, rather than deal with them. No doubt this would seem like a mistake when they woke up. When they saw the bruises on her skin, on his, when the taste of their bodies on each others tongues had faded and the sun shed brutal light on the situation.

She still loved him. He..? Needed space. There were inevitable conclusions to draw here, but Maea didn't want to think about it. Had learned perhaps a bit too well from Sunjata in that aspect. Ignore a problem, and maybe it would go away on its own, eventually. Except, they never did.

So she closed her eyes and blocked the worries out. Focused on the rise and fall on his chest beneath her instead, on the beat she could feel pulse beneath her hand where it rested over his heart. She wanted to fall asleep like this, let him chase the nightmares away just this once and maybe... just maybe, she would wake to find it had all just been a dream.

That there would be no need for tears when she had to go to bed alone in the future nights to come.

Softly, with a tone to her breath that was just on the audible side of silent, Maea began to hum. It was a lullaby, old and slow, a soothing melody where words had long since been forgotten or replaced. It was meant only for him... and if her voice caught in places or nearly disappeared, it would hardly be noticed.

lay your hands on me

one last time

MAEA