[ Sansa's touch was sweet, it reminded Maria that she was alive and that she was no longer trapped in the Nightmare of the Hunters Dream.
As she was lead back to the home, Maria was patient and soft, letting Sansa take her time to get comfortable in their surroundings. Once the fire was finally stoked and roaring gently, Maria took a seat among some of the beautifully embroidered blankets and pillows.
They reminded her of home, of Cainhurst Castle and the fine attire that the women wore there. She was also reminded of the Hunt, curious what the Wolf figurehead meant to the young woman? But that was a question for another day. ]
I am.
[ She nodded, answering the question. Glancing up at Sansa from under the peak of her tricorn hat before plucking it off her head. Waves of ashen hair cascaded to shape her face, the bow had come slightly loose. ]
Though I hunger not for food and my thirst cannot be quenched by water.
[ Sliver eyes alive with adoration for Sansa, there was even a faint pink tint to her skin now, mostly around the bridge of her nose and flooding softly into her cheeks, like flecks from an artist paintbrush. She reached out for Sansa to join her where she sat. ]
My hunger is relentless, the pit of my stomach sings, guttural in desperation for you, Sansa. My lips feel a drought that can only be sate by your kiss... Though, I shall starve before force myself, my needs onto you.
[ A small smile, almost bashful. Maria wasn't used to these feelings, she struggled to express herself without coming across too strong. ]
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As she was lead back to the home, Maria was patient and soft, letting Sansa take her time to get comfortable in their surroundings. Once the fire was finally stoked and roaring gently, Maria took a seat among some of the beautifully embroidered blankets and pillows.
They reminded her of home, of Cainhurst Castle and the fine attire that the women wore there. She was also reminded of the Hunt, curious what the Wolf figurehead meant to the young woman? But that was a question for another day. ]
I am.
[ She nodded, answering the question. Glancing up at Sansa from under the peak of her tricorn hat before plucking it off her head. Waves of ashen hair cascaded to shape her face, the bow had come slightly loose. ]
Though I hunger not for food and my thirst cannot be quenched by water.
[ Sliver eyes alive with adoration for Sansa, there was even a faint pink tint to her skin now, mostly around the bridge of her nose and flooding softly into her cheeks, like flecks from an artist paintbrush. She reached out for Sansa to join her where she sat. ]
My hunger is relentless, the pit of my stomach sings, guttural in desperation for you, Sansa. My lips feel a drought that can only be sate by your kiss... Though, I shall starve before force myself, my needs onto you.
[ A small smile, almost bashful. Maria wasn't used to these feelings, she struggled to express herself without coming across too strong. ]