I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
Hooking her finger with Maeve's, Seren made their joined hands sway back and forth in the sealing of the deal. "Thank you. That makes it feel better," she assured, and meant it. Honestly, being treated to tenderly was not bad. It was as if Maeve too was becoming family; an older sister to offer solid advice and maybe knock her over the head when she was being unreasonable.
"I'm glad he was too," she mumbled dryly under breath, before letting Maeve go on. Listening quietly as personal experiences were shared. When the other woman sat down next to her, Seren shuffled closer and leaned over to rest her head against Maeve's shoulder. Trusting as a child, already at ease in the knowledge that her borders were seen and respected. That she would be informed if she inadvertently crossed any herself. "It does sound sweet in hindsight," she mused. "That's always true, isn't it? Everything seems ordinary and unremarkable, until suddenly it is not..?"
Perhaps her own situation was too unusual to begin with, then. Or it was just a matter of not letting it remain a curious incident. "I never wrote anyone a letter before." A slow smile crept back to curve the corners of her lips. "What should I write about?"
"I'm glad he was too," she mumbled dryly under breath, before letting Maeve go on. Listening quietly as personal experiences were shared. When the other woman sat down next to her, Seren shuffled closer and leaned over to rest her head against Maeve's shoulder. Trusting as a child, already at ease in the knowledge that her borders were seen and respected. That she would be informed if she inadvertently crossed any herself. "It does sound sweet in hindsight," she mused. "That's always true, isn't it? Everything seems ordinary and unremarkable, until suddenly it is not..?"
Perhaps her own situation was too unusual to begin with, then. Or it was just a matter of not letting it remain a curious incident. "I never wrote anyone a letter before." A slow smile crept back to curve the corners of her lips. "What should I write about?"
Seren
