MAEA
She didn't know what he meant at first. Couldn't tell why he slowed, when all she wanted was for him to continue, to move faster. Had eyes for nothing but him... until he reached for something beside her, and she could feel his fingers touch something that was real and yet not. She drew in a surprised breath and turned to look, saw the shimmering wings and realized, belatedly, that they were there. That she hadn't shown him before, because of... well, everything. Had wanted to, and yet... no moment had appeared. Until now.
His fingers on the bone of the wing made her shiver. It tickled, yet was distant at the same time, like a nail scraping down the back through a layer of cloth. Shifting the wing with a rustle of feathers over fabric, she leaned it into the touch... and was distracted herself when feathers sprouted from Sunjata's arms too, as if in response.
"So are you, my love," she murmured in awe, bringing her hands down to stroke his arms, his shoulders. They were midnight and velveteen under her fingers, so very soft she feared grasping them too hard, in case they might break. Still he moved in her, and still Maea's blood ran hot and heavy through her veins, but this... this was worth slowing for. So she could admire him properly, see if he reacted at all when she trailed her fingers through the wingpens. So large... when had they become so large?
His fingers on the bone of the wing made her shiver. It tickled, yet was distant at the same time, like a nail scraping down the back through a layer of cloth. Shifting the wing with a rustle of feathers over fabric, she leaned it into the touch... and was distracted herself when feathers sprouted from Sunjata's arms too, as if in response.
"So are you, my love," she murmured in awe, bringing her hands down to stroke his arms, his shoulders. They were midnight and velveteen under her fingers, so very soft she feared grasping them too hard, in case they might break. Still he moved in her, and still Maea's blood ran hot and heavy through her veins, but this... this was worth slowing for. So she could admire him properly, see if he reacted at all when she trailed her fingers through the wingpens. So large... when had they become so large?
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
