Mazikeen
There is a thrill she can feel in her heart at the combination of that upward curve of his lips, the sound of her name in his voice, and the words that proceed it. It’s the beginning of a confirmation that what she was feeling wasn’t one-sided. She’s not quite sure what to do with the addition, though - that he likes being close more than he should. What did that mean?
The easiest thing to do is not think about it - and Mazikeen can recognize the signs in her own mind that she’s about to overthink instead so she remarks on something else first. “I love it when you call me Maze.” She’s always liked it, which was why it had made her so mad. Back before when it had been a tease at a connection she had been sure he did not want.
And now did he?
They had talked about being a we but while that meant one thing to her she actually wasn’t sure what it had meant to him, or if it had just been a word and all he wanted from her was friendship.
Which would be just fine. Maybe it was too much to hope that they could be anything more after everything.
A unique form of determination settles on her. At least she can give him the option, she can try to let him know where she stands. She was not going to let this be a fear she avoids dealing with.
Her eyes remain focused on Firion and it is a bizarre combination of bravery and ease that loosens her tongue.
“And as far as I’m concerned, you can like being close as much as you want.” Her smile is just as soft as her tone and just as cautious as her movements when she reaches out again so her lips can brush against his cheek. There is so much uncertainty choking her mind (this isn't the time, you're reading too much into everything, you're too broken to be wanted) but she pushes forward anyway, ignoring the darker thoughts and her nerves.
Even her breath against his golden skin is gentle as she tries to find the balance between being unobtrusive and upfront. “And be as close as you want, too.”
It’s all a question, not a demand, as she pulls back to look at him with that same cautious look in her eyes. Because even though she has her hopes about what this is, she's not sure what to expect. There is no chance at attempting to build defences to prepare herself for a rejection - Firion had been there when she had been laid bare, had held her and comforted her through some of her lowest points. Any walls that she might attempt to put up would have him on the inside anyway. It is too late for her to pretend otherwise, at least with herself.
The easiest thing to do is not think about it - and Mazikeen can recognize the signs in her own mind that she’s about to overthink instead so she remarks on something else first. “I love it when you call me Maze.” She’s always liked it, which was why it had made her so mad. Back before when it had been a tease at a connection she had been sure he did not want.
And now did he?
They had talked about being a we but while that meant one thing to her she actually wasn’t sure what it had meant to him, or if it had just been a word and all he wanted from her was friendship.
Which would be just fine. Maybe it was too much to hope that they could be anything more after everything.
A unique form of determination settles on her. At least she can give him the option, she can try to let him know where she stands. She was not going to let this be a fear she avoids dealing with.
Her eyes remain focused on Firion and it is a bizarre combination of bravery and ease that loosens her tongue.
“And as far as I’m concerned, you can like being close as much as you want.” Her smile is just as soft as her tone and just as cautious as her movements when she reaches out again so her lips can brush against his cheek. There is so much uncertainty choking her mind (this isn't the time, you're reading too much into everything, you're too broken to be wanted) but she pushes forward anyway, ignoring the darker thoughts and her nerves.
Even her breath against his golden skin is gentle as she tries to find the balance between being unobtrusive and upfront. “And be as close as you want, too.”
It’s all a question, not a demand, as she pulls back to look at him with that same cautious look in her eyes. Because even though she has her hopes about what this is, she's not sure what to expect. There is no chance at attempting to build defences to prepare herself for a rejection - Firion had been there when she had been laid bare, had held her and comforted her through some of her lowest points. Any walls that she might attempt to put up would have him on the inside anyway. It is too late for her to pretend otherwise, at least with herself.
@firion