MAEA
How unusual, for him to speak without hesitation, to be so determined. The look she gave him was startled but more than a little pleased. Satisfied, almost, that he held his ground, and Maea bowed her head in graceful acceptance, her eyes glittering.
He continued to speak in the same manner as she showed off her bruised back, and perhaps it was that which made her hold still when he placed his hand on her. "Lowly?" she protested, if a bit weakly. The touch was soft, very light; the pulse of magic made her skin tingle, and as the colors of the bruises began to fade, goosebumps spread along her neck and down the back. Maea sighed in quiet relief when the constant, dull ache she'd lived with since the incident began to lift. "Alright, fine... that does feel good," she grumbled.
Leaning into his touch slightly, she threaded the pale hair between her fingers, listening as he told her the name of his contact. It made her frown, because... "I know that name," she said slowly. "I think... she is an, eh, acquaintance of the contact I made? A man called Saiden..." Turning her head around until she could glance over her shoulder at Loren, Maea raised a brow. Wondering, if he had heart of the cook.
He continued to speak in the same manner as she showed off her bruised back, and perhaps it was that which made her hold still when he placed his hand on her. "Lowly?" she protested, if a bit weakly. The touch was soft, very light; the pulse of magic made her skin tingle, and as the colors of the bruises began to fade, goosebumps spread along her neck and down the back. Maea sighed in quiet relief when the constant, dull ache she'd lived with since the incident began to lift. "Alright, fine... that does feel good," she grumbled.
Leaning into his touch slightly, she threaded the pale hair between her fingers, listening as he told her the name of his contact. It made her frown, because... "I know that name," she said slowly. "I think... she is an, eh, acquaintance of the contact I made? A man called Saiden..." Turning her head around until she could glance over her shoulder at Loren, Maea raised a brow. Wondering, if he had heart of the cook.
I'm an angel bored like hell
And you're a devil meaning well
And you're a devil meaning well
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
