Affairs Amongst Immortals {POLY}

☆Bloodshed (pt.20)☆

(3rd person pov)

"Has your hand healed yet?" Carasein asked.

She gently took Maizie's hand in her own, inspecting her palm.

Maizie glanced away for a moment, pursing her lips. But she looked back to Carasein and her laxed expression resumed as normal.

"Yeah! Um...I think it's good."

There was only a small scar on her palm where the cut had once lay. It would probably fade after a few days; zombies didn't typically scar.

Carasein nodded and let go. "Good, or else I'd have some words."

"W-words?"

Carasein lightly laughed, "You know what I mean."

"Where even is Vrena?" Maizie asked. She was conveniently trying to inch her way out of the subjectively rude topic.

Carasein only sighed, making Maizie quite unaware if she'd caught her maneuver or not. "I don't know."

"Don't you think..." Maizie started. Her voice was quiet. The rain outside was as loud, caressing the walls of the shack. "That maybe you could talk to her?"

"What is there to talk about, Maiz? She's a bitch."

Maizie's stomach churned at the nickname. Bittersweet waves of nostalgia swept her up.

"That's not very nice, Carasein."

"She's not very nice to me." Carasein's retort was gentle. She stared Maizie in the eyes. "Or you."

"W-well, I can handle myself!"
Carasein flashed a small, playful smirk. "Can you really?"
Maizie briskly nodded. It was a half-lie.

"Okay, okay..." Carasein decided to take a step down from the teasing. She didn't want to get her too riled up. Instead, she took her hand again.

It made Maizie's posture slip free of all stiffness. Her body suddenly had the temptation to dissolve under Carasein's gaze.

"Hey." Carasein gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
Maizie bit her lip. "S-sorry..."

It was unclear to Maizie if Carasein had caught the waves of adoration her gaze had been emitting.

Maizie was now grasping for words. But she was reaching into empty air and struggling. "We should find Vrena," she blurted out finally.

"Why is it that you always want to go search for her?" Carasein's eyebrows dipped with the question.

"B-because...I don't know. Th-there's something about her," Maizie said softly. She watched as Carasein stood and let go of her wrist.

A scoff came from Carasein. "Yeah, I feel you."

"Do you ever wonder if people used to mean the things they said?"
"What?" Carasein asked.

"L-like, you know how sayings are made and stuff? Like... 'It's raining cats and dogs' Does that mean it really used to rain cats and dogs? Like- like, way back when?"

"I don't think it used to rain cats and dogs, doll..."

"Well..." Maizie huffed. "You never know!"

"Are you saying this because I said 'I feel you'? Are you wondering if I'm gonna touch you all over?" She then laughed.

Although so much playfulness stroked Carasein's voice, Maizie couldn't help but freak out. "Wh-what? N-No!" She resisted the urge to press her palms against her cheeks.

At that moment, though, she couldn't help but imagine what Carasein's hands would feel like wandering all over her body.

The other part of her brain quickly shut that thought down.