Not just a fighter, not just a dreamer
Amazing creator, relentless believer
In who I am and what I got inside
Amazing creator, relentless believer
In who I am and what I got inside
But her dad was amazing. There protest was there on her tongue. Wasn't his shadow something worth striving for? Maeve was still speaking though, and Seren could only listen. Swallowing her objections, allowing them to be wrapped up in soft cotton of reassurances.
Maeve's breath smelled sweet, and there was a hint of perfume in the air that lingered even as she withdrew. The kiss to her forehead lingered too, like a tickling brand or blessing - a stamp of approval?
Sighing deeply, Seren's head fell forward until it rested on the smaller woman's shoulder. She had to stoop quite a bit to manage it, but the pounding ache in her head was eased and that was all she cared about. Was this her? Had the flower done something to her, to make all the world seem so very heavy?
"I'm glad you're my friend, Maeve," she breathed, somewhere between a sigh and a confession. "Don't know what I would do without you." She closed her eyes. A memory of golden eyes flashed past - they had been warm and compassionate too. Frowning, Seren wondered where that thought came from. Maeve's eyes were green.
It must be the pollen.
"Can we... go somewhere else?" she asked tentatively. "I don't think I like this place that much." The green splendour had lost all its magic, now that it contained so much faded stardust.
Maeve's breath smelled sweet, and there was a hint of perfume in the air that lingered even as she withdrew. The kiss to her forehead lingered too, like a tickling brand or blessing - a stamp of approval?
Sighing deeply, Seren's head fell forward until it rested on the smaller woman's shoulder. She had to stoop quite a bit to manage it, but the pounding ache in her head was eased and that was all she cared about. Was this her? Had the flower done something to her, to make all the world seem so very heavy?
"I'm glad you're my friend, Maeve," she breathed, somewhere between a sigh and a confession. "Don't know what I would do without you." She closed her eyes. A memory of golden eyes flashed past - they had been warm and compassionate too. Frowning, Seren wondered where that thought came from. Maeve's eyes were green.
It must be the pollen.
"Can we... go somewhere else?" she asked tentatively. "I don't think I like this place that much." The green splendour had lost all its magic, now that it contained so much faded stardust.
Seren
