27.Nov.20, 01:36 AM
"Mmm," Meryem said with a nod, setting down her gitar to let him have the finish. She had never been one to attach herself to a man like many she knew. Nor women, for that matter. She had existed in music for such attachments. Reality was as it was, warm and inviting but never attachable. Music had to be enough for her and maybe the warmth of another body now and again.
She was passionate when it came down to it and she enjoyed the activity, the pleasure of it, being able to finally let go and enjoy the release of pent up frustrations. She worked just fine though it wasn't as if she had a string of lovers and broken hearts left behind her. Most she rebuffed, citing duty to craft.
A skilled Harper who enjoyed the making of music and with her chosen instrument was decent kindling for her. That and the spaces where the world had put things, people, professions, lives into theirs and had-- Ugh. It was sounding maudlin, now. She wasn't maudlin. She was better than that. A moment of stupid weakness but by Faranth's First Egg, she meant it.
He was welcome in her bed in all manner of the sharding term.
"We deserve a moment or two of something good, Leeri." And then she was rising to stride across the space to kiss him. Because she could. Because maybe she wanted this and it didn't matter what anyone thought or didn't think. It was a thoughtful kiss, full of contemplation, good, and bright. Meryem pulled back just enough that her lips brushed his as she spoke.
"And by Faranth, we're going to figure out what the blessed shard that is."
She was passionate when it came down to it and she enjoyed the activity, the pleasure of it, being able to finally let go and enjoy the release of pent up frustrations. She worked just fine though it wasn't as if she had a string of lovers and broken hearts left behind her. Most she rebuffed, citing duty to craft.
A skilled Harper who enjoyed the making of music and with her chosen instrument was decent kindling for her. That and the spaces where the world had put things, people, professions, lives into theirs and had-- Ugh. It was sounding maudlin, now. She wasn't maudlin. She was better than that. A moment of stupid weakness but by Faranth's First Egg, she meant it.
He was welcome in her bed in all manner of the sharding term.
"We deserve a moment or two of something good, Leeri." And then she was rising to stride across the space to kiss him. Because she could. Because maybe she wanted this and it didn't matter what anyone thought or didn't think. It was a thoughtful kiss, full of contemplation, good, and bright. Meryem pulled back just enough that her lips brushed his as she spoke.
"And by Faranth, we're going to figure out what the blessed shard that is."