* someone you wonât talk about
gasoliyaâ:
@ddmaiga
thereâs something wrong with maiâs body language.
sometimes, itâs unsure. other times, it may be shy, but sheâs never been this closed off to soliya before. body language and the way you feel from it are all a feedback loop, and because humans are such social creatures, sometimes we mimic the motions of those closest to us. soliyaâs has been open and welcoming ever since the beginning of their evening together - choosing to forego a late dinner with the dadhiâs to spend time in an âofficialâ capacity in a relatively private garden on the property.
soli lays on her side in the soft grass, robes of soft yellows and muted oranges pooling around her ankles. her left arm is bent at the elbow, upper half propping against the ground, the lower half supporting her head as she observes out loud. âyouâre uncomfortable.â other hand coming up, she brushes a few blades of grass from the sleeve of maiâs clothing. âis something bothering you?â
instincts tell her to move closer and press her forehead against maiâs to check her temperature, but that may be just a bit too intimate for what is technically still within easy eye-sight of her family. âwhat is it that i can do for you?â itâs half a question, half a soul-search because soliâs never seen mai like this before. in fact, she doesnât even have the proper words to describe it.Â
so, she doesnât try to put a label on it; itâs not her place, even if she worries.
it isnât often that she mulls over something enough to wear it down to the bone.Â
actually, scratch that. that would probably be the most blatant lie she could ever come up with.
the thing is, mai doesnât mean to. the last thing she wants to do is dampen the mood that soliya tries so hard to brighten, but thatâs where her current problem is rooted in anyway. according to their now-mutual friend who they bumped into precisely four hours ago when the sun was still high up in the sky, itâs adorable how much soli dotes on mai. something about that clearly irked the younger of the two, the words lingering even hours later.
sheâs so caught up in her thoughts that when soliya calls her out on it, she lets out a breath she didnât realise she was holding in.
âiâno, no, iâm fine.â she tries her best to sound reassuring and doesnât know if it works, so she tears her gaze away from the night sky and looks at soli with a small smile. the otherâs tone, ever so soft, only makes her feel worse.
again, something for mai to take. she had no problem with it before, but then again, she didnât notice until it was brought up. now itâs painfully obvious, the words serving as a reminder for her every time they fall back into this routine. her smile doesnât falter, but tightens at the corners for a split second. âwas just thinking about what we could do tomorrow, thatâs all.â












