MAEA
She listened intently, intrigued as much for the newness of what he described as for the enthusiasm with which he spoke. Perhaps this was the part where she ought to roll her eyes and call it silly, to encourage fighting, but... that would make her a hypocrite. Because she rather enjoyed it too. To move her body with purpose, the thrill of aiming blows and feeling them land. Oh, the pain wasn't much fun, nor did she enjoy the bruises, but... it was something in the power of it that drew her in. Maea wondered what it might be like, to face Sunjata the way she had fought Loren. The way she had faced him before, in a playfight by the river. Could he bring himself to go all out against her..?
"Hmm, you'd have to find a way to enforce rules," she mused, letting him guide her hand to his hip, where she felt the scar tissue under her fingertips. "From what I've seen so far, the Torchers are a rough lot. Not much for rules if they can avoid them... They're all about trading favors and getting the best out of you, and shame if you ever try to set boundaries beforehand." She rolled her eyes, tone dry and a little peeved.
He laced his fingers in with hers. Maea gave them a little squeeze, quietly marveling how much calm satisfaction such a simple gesture brought. But then, Sunjata came with a question that made her go quite still, hardly breathing as she let it sink in.
Go with him?
It was... unexpected. From a man who had railed against the idea of tying himself to anyone not so very long ago, it was certainly a surprise. The girl gazed up at him, eyes a bit wide as she searched his face, wondering. Did he mean what she thought he meant? Go with him, as in, to find that house and that garden and share the same roof, not just for the odd night, but... permanently?
"I... want to be with you, whenever I can," she said carefully, not wanting to presume too much, to leap too quickly into more when this night alone was already beyond what she'd hoped for. "So, if you're in Torchline, then... I'd go there."
She would go anywhere, if it meant being with him.
"Hmm, you'd have to find a way to enforce rules," she mused, letting him guide her hand to his hip, where she felt the scar tissue under her fingertips. "From what I've seen so far, the Torchers are a rough lot. Not much for rules if they can avoid them... They're all about trading favors and getting the best out of you, and shame if you ever try to set boundaries beforehand." She rolled her eyes, tone dry and a little peeved.
He laced his fingers in with hers. Maea gave them a little squeeze, quietly marveling how much calm satisfaction such a simple gesture brought. But then, Sunjata came with a question that made her go quite still, hardly breathing as she let it sink in.
Go with him?
It was... unexpected. From a man who had railed against the idea of tying himself to anyone not so very long ago, it was certainly a surprise. The girl gazed up at him, eyes a bit wide as she searched his face, wondering. Did he mean what she thought he meant? Go with him, as in, to find that house and that garden and share the same roof, not just for the odd night, but... permanently?
"I... want to be with you, whenever I can," she said carefully, not wanting to presume too much, to leap too quickly into more when this night alone was already beyond what she'd hoped for. "So, if you're in Torchline, then... I'd go there."
She would go anywhere, if it meant being with him.
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
