Welcome to the lighthouse! This is where to find updates and info on my current writing project, filled with characters, world-building, and excerpts from the book so far. Stay tuned! Welcome to the lighthouse! This is where to find updates and info on my current writing project, filled with characters, world-building, and excerpts from the book so far. Stay tuned! Maggie and Connor were laying together one night, vulnerable beneath the stars. The night had been warm again, in a way that made her nervous. In the bed of the truck, the world around them felt enourmous; a large unexplored ocean teeming with the undiscovered, the unknown, and in the darkness of their naivety, their ignorance (whatever you want to call it), they clung to each other.
The stars were bright, poking out of the night's veil, and she had pointed out some constellations, and he lay listening, rapt with heady devotion. He wonkily followed her finger with his own, haphazardly tracing the belts of stars above them.
Silence fell between them once they had run out of stars, but Connor took the moment to look over at her and ask, "What's your biggest fear?"
She took a breath. Held it. Let it escape. "Storms."
He nodded, took her hand.
"What about you?"
"Tight spaces."
She held up his hand in hers and kissed the back of it before returning it to the spot between them.
She understood why Connot liked this so much, why he needed the open air, the stars, the wildness of the woods and a car to take him anywhere.
Connor understood why Maggie needed Wyecliffe, Atticus, him, the Scout, the search. He tranlsated them in his head to what they really were - anchors. Company. Safety- something to grasp in a gale or tempest.
That summer saw both of them reaching in the dark, and it had led them onto the unlikely path to one another. He thanked the stars every bloody day.
A shift came from beside him, and his eyes slid from the stars to her, turning closer and laying her head on his chest. He knew what she was feeling, his mind casting back to the crackle of the radio this morning,
"... feeling pretty humid out here, so we're expecting some turbulent conditions- make sure you're prepared..."
He turned his head closer to her, and murmured softly in her ear, "Sky's clear, love."
"I know," she whispered back, voice uncharacteristically tender, "just hard to believe sometimes."
"I know," he replied, carding a hand through her fierce red curls, careful of any snags or tangles.
The night was long, and all they had was time.