strong on the surface (morpheus)
Makaria had needed a neutral spot to have this meeting. one that wasn't too personal for either of them and at first it had been difficult. Every place she felt most comfortable was so familiar to the both of them it would have just been haunting. Haunting in a good and bad way. Or maybe just bad, she couldn't exactly speak for him any longer, not that she could when they were together either. Morpheus was all sorts of complicated, but so was she. Maybe that's why it was difficult. Meeting in a grave yard would have been a reminder of sitting and watching a certain sunrise together. Going to Louisiana so he'd feel more comfortable would make her less comfortable. Maine too. London was off limits. Nothing too romancey, nothing too dreamy, and nothing too death.. well.
Gloomy.
So she decided in order to keep them both comfortable without being overly familiar she'd settle for coffee.
Cannon Beach was a very small town on the coast of Oregon. Well known for a particular rock formation called Haystack, it didn't particularly look like a haystack but you could see it for miles and miles along the beach. It seemed almost like a mountain, except it was in the ocean and it was all rock. Mountains were not all rock. Pelicans, puffins, seagulls and other marine birds nested against the rock and along the coast there. Sometimes one would see a whale, or some sea lions floating on by. Most of Cannon Beach is just hotels, motels, and places to eat. It used to be a small town full of locals, but now it simply was for the tourists who came to see the 'majestic beauty' of the Oregon Coast. Makaria wasn't particularly an ocean person. But the coffee here..
Well. Home roasted little places run by grandmothers were always the best. the Sand Dollar cafe was just that. Makaria had carefully pressed the note under Morpheus' door leading to his apartment before she even began to think of what she wanted to say. What did she want to say? She hadn't seen him in.. it seemed like forever. It wasn't fair of her to be so upset with him and yet so unwilling to say anything. Maybe it was all in her head. Maybe there was no reason to be upset, or to feel as she did about him. Maybe they could be friends?
She'd seen Loki, Namtar, and Anansi. She'd made sure to touch base with the people she cared about, even going so far as to spend the afternoon having tea, and eventually dinner with her mother and father. She still wasn't sure what she felt about them, but they were her parents. But this, this she'd been avoiding. If she was true to herself, Morpheus had, and did still mean a great deal to her. So why couldn't she find it in herself to talk to him yet? Instead she had to make a time and date, pick a small place, and hope that he.. hope that he came? Hope that she didn't run away before he got here? What if he didn't come?
If she left she'd never know.
Makaria was sitting on the small wooden deck, the wood looked a mottled grey thanks to the salt air over time. One would think it was going to collapse but Makaria knew better. It wasn't much, with a few little tables, and a few wooden chairs which were also grey in color from the passage of time and the salty air. The wind was as it normally was on the coast, a pleasant breeze that kicked up her hair every now and then. Makaria was trying not to look at the door behind her which lead back inside and to the small espresso machine and the Grandmother who ran the place, instead she was focused intently on her ceramic mug and the sand she could see. The ocean was far off, low tide.
What was she going to say to him. What was she supposed to say to him? Crap, crap, crap.