You're so cold
but you feel alive
Loren. She knew it. Nostrils flared as she bit her jaws together, lips drawn into a thin line. She'd told the damned healer to keep his hands to himself, but here he was anyway. Marking her lover like he had any right, as if it was him who would have to see the scars afterwards. Oh, Sunjata might be fine with it, might not care - and really, that did suggest Maea shouldn't take it personally either - but damn if she could just sit and let it happen again.
"And healing you up after is somehow supposed to make it alright? He threw a dragon at you! You could have died!" His kiss to her nose did not make her smile, the way it usually did. Instead she leaned down and buried her face against his neck, muttering hissed curses and almost growling with frustration at the utter stupidity of it. Wasn't fights supposed to be settled with fists? Or if with magic and shifts, then at least by a proper duel? This... this was neither and it frankly terrified her to think they would go this far in attempts to hurt one another.
Her hands shook as she wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers unsteady as they found their way into his hair. "I'm going to murder him," she finally whispered, a little hoarse. Somewhat unsteady. Really, it was as much from fright over all the things that could have gone wrong as from anger - in truth, if Sunjata had taken such a blow then Maea knew she wouldn't stand a chance against the healer. But how could she just let him get away with it? It didn't feel right.
"And healing you up after is somehow supposed to make it alright? He threw a dragon at you! You could have died!" His kiss to her nose did not make her smile, the way it usually did. Instead she leaned down and buried her face against his neck, muttering hissed curses and almost growling with frustration at the utter stupidity of it. Wasn't fights supposed to be settled with fists? Or if with magic and shifts, then at least by a proper duel? This... this was neither and it frankly terrified her to think they would go this far in attempts to hurt one another.
Her hands shook as she wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers unsteady as they found their way into his hair. "I'm going to murder him," she finally whispered, a little hoarse. Somewhat unsteady. Really, it was as much from fright over all the things that could have gone wrong as from anger - in truth, if Sunjata had taken such a blow then Maea knew she wouldn't stand a chance against the healer. But how could she just let him get away with it? It didn't feel right.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
