Maea
give me shelter, or show me heart
That willingness to put in the work even when the outcome was uncertain was something she admired in him. Maea knew it certainly didn't apply to herself all the time. Maybe when she was younger, before painful experience brought a hesitancy into her, but these days... Perhaps that was why she was so set on Torchline. Even though it was a new start, it wasn't a new place, nor entirely unfamiliar, and certainly not un-established. Frowning softly at the realization that she might be seeking the easy way out here, it took her a moment to realize that there was more to Liam's words than a thoughtful conversation.
Sitting up, she sought his gaze almost cautiously, not sure she understood his meaning. He had worked... for Phoebe? and now he said it would be easier with a friend... but..
"What... are you suggesting?" she wondered, ignoring the way her pulse picked up speed. Unsure whether this feeling was hope or nervousness or something else entirely, she had to make sure she understood before leaping to any conclusions, before she began to get her hopes up about the completely wrong things...
Sitting up, she sought his gaze almost cautiously, not sure she understood his meaning. He had worked... for Phoebe? and now he said it would be easier with a friend... but..
"What... are you suggesting?" she wondered, ignoring the way her pulse picked up speed. Unsure whether this feeling was hope or nervousness or something else entirely, she had to make sure she understood before leaping to any conclusions, before she began to get her hopes up about the completely wrong things...
watch me fall apart
and I'll be yours to keep
and I'll be yours to keep
