Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
His palm on her neck raised goosebumps on her skin. Down to the shoulders they traveled, and out across her arms, along the spine in a shivery wave that brought sharp awareness of all her body. The way only he'd ever managed. He settled in, and Maea opened her eyes again to watch him, trace the lines of his face just as her fingers touched his feather tattoo. Familiar, yet not. This was a new light, a new setting... a new set of rules to a game that wasn't all that foreign to her anymore.
Maea could have told him that there was so much more to him than gray or blue. Could tell him about the gold in his hair when sunlight fell on it a certain way, and how his eyes sometimes became more silver than gray. How his skin shifted between broze and brown, and seemed far darker when her hand lay over it. She could tell him that he was blue, yes, but what a blue it was! Light as the sky, cold as ice, rich and deep and endless as the dark between the stars at midnight... a blue so deep it was almost purple. And it made all the other colors next to him come to life, as if they had just been waiting for him to start shimmering.
"I like blue," was all she said though, because his hand had begun to trail down her side, and she quivered under his touch. Her breath hitching, even as she obeyed the gentle urging and inched closer. Hher hand eased up from his shoulder, fingers following the feathers up to his shoulder, and down to his back. Touching his skin in a light, almost reverent way. Trembling slightly, because... because though she knew all the lines of ink, every puckered scar and smooth patch of unblemished skin, this was somehow a new Sunjata. Or the old one? The version she had shied away from, run from, until he'd caught up with her at a lighthouse and she couldn't resist letting him sweep her away anymore.
Did that make her weak, or brave? Maea didn't care anymore.
Maea could have told him that there was so much more to him than gray or blue. Could tell him about the gold in his hair when sunlight fell on it a certain way, and how his eyes sometimes became more silver than gray. How his skin shifted between broze and brown, and seemed far darker when her hand lay over it. She could tell him that he was blue, yes, but what a blue it was! Light as the sky, cold as ice, rich and deep and endless as the dark between the stars at midnight... a blue so deep it was almost purple. And it made all the other colors next to him come to life, as if they had just been waiting for him to start shimmering.
"I like blue," was all she said though, because his hand had begun to trail down her side, and she quivered under his touch. Her breath hitching, even as she obeyed the gentle urging and inched closer. Hher hand eased up from his shoulder, fingers following the feathers up to his shoulder, and down to his back. Touching his skin in a light, almost reverent way. Trembling slightly, because... because though she knew all the lines of ink, every puckered scar and smooth patch of unblemished skin, this was somehow a new Sunjata. Or the old one? The version she had shied away from, run from, until he'd caught up with her at a lighthouse and she couldn't resist letting him sweep her away anymore.
Did that make her weak, or brave? Maea didn't care anymore.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
