Fatebound

Chapter Twenty-Five: Dreams

After their big confession, Brea had all but collapsed in Miranda's arms from the utter exhaustion she felt, not to mention the cold she had caught from getting lost in the woods.

The artist had skilfully caught her and had lead her back to her boat, making sure to offer her her biggest sweater when she got changed, and when they had lied down in the small bed the boat offered them, Brea snuggling close in her sweater that engulfed her so adorably, Miranda couldn't help but to think for the first time in a long time, that she might just have to get a bigger boat.

When Brea had woken up the next morning Miranda had been sure to make the potato soup she had made her the last time the writer had been sick, and when she insisted on bringing the breakfast to her in bed, she got a soppy smile in return as the woman sniffled her thanks.

"So, now that yer planning on staying in Skye, are you planning on staying with her dad for a while?" As soon as it had come out Miranda gasped as she held her hand to her mouth and cringed.

"Sorry I mean ah..." but Brea just laughed and waved her off.

"It's ok he already told me." To which Miranda gave a sigh of relief. She hadn't, after all, wanted to reveal something that she had no right too.

"And, how did it go?" She asked to which Brea couldn't help but to smile as she handed her the empty bowl of soup upon her request and began playing with her locket.

"It went... really well actually, I'm so glad I found him." Miranda beamed at that.

"I'm so glad." She said as she sat down and put her arm over the writer, who immediately leant her head on the artists chest.

"Actually, I've been thinking about what I might do here, you know, now that I've decided to stay and I might have a bit of an idea."

She said as Miranda rose a brow and looked at her in question.

"Do tell?" She asked, to which Brea giggled.

"Well," she began.

"I was thinking. What with Skye being full of so many creative people who don't believe in themselves let alone their art..."

"Including a certain writer I know." Miranda interrupted, to which Brea blushed as she stuck out her tongue.

"Exactly." She agreed.

"So I was thinking about maybe trying to start up some kind of creative retreat. One that's run by creatives, for creatives. Where everyone contributes something and we all talk with one another to heal together our self-deprecating demons as we learn to cultivate and to really cherish our artistic gifts."

Miranda hummed in appreciation of Brea's idea as she played with her hands.

"That sounds lovely. Like a little piece of creative heaven that I'm sure a lot of people could make good use of."

"Right?" Brea agreed with a blush as she thought for a moment.

"And I think I might already know just who to ask to help create it."

"Who's that?" Miranda asked as she began to kiss at breaks neck, causing the woman to groan as she tried to reply.

"W-well, you for a start." She stuttered as she leaned her neck back to allow Miranda more room to continue her journey down towards her collar bone.

"Mmm, and?" She asked, the words vibrating in her skin, causing Brea to shiver and Miranda to smirk.

"A-a-and some friends of mine I met recently." She replied, but when Miranda bit down on her sweet spot she was gone. Making a note to herself to call the said friends a little later to talk about her new plans, and allowing herself to be absolutely ravished by the woman she loved with all her heart and soul.

"I think that's a wonderful idea." Miranda said as she flipped the two of them over so that she was now on top of Brea, giving her a devilish grin as the other looked up at her with a mixture of love and just in her eyes.

"But right now, all I want to do, is show you everything you mean to me and more."

And with that, Brea melted into the others arms, feeling more content and truly happier than she had in a very long time.

She had come to Skye to find her fate, and in the end her fate had found her, but the one thing she knew for sure, was that now that she'd known it, she was never going to let it go again.