Maea
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved
Did feirwe laugh? For a moment it seemed that way. The way she tossed her head and bucked down the beach was nothing if not mischievous. Circling back again to see the effects of her prank, it pleased her to see a bit more spark in the man's eyes, and if he wasn't exactly cheerful, at least he was neither yelling at her or trying to drown himself in the river. She would call that progress.
Finely chiseled ears twitched as he finally spoke up, turning his way to catch each word. Approaching to test that claim, she stepped cautiously into the water, one front leg at a time. It bit like pike teeth at her pale skin; recoiling, she paced anxiously back and forth along the water's edge for a moment. Then, throwing caution to the wind, Maea entered the water anyway. Despite shuddering visibly, she folded her legs beneath her and settled in the shallows next to Liam, curving herself around him - to keep him or herself warm was anyone's guess. Maybe both. A soft nose reached in through the fortress he had closed himself into, blowing a gentle breath against his cheek.
She wouldn't do anything to him she couldn't do to herself. Maea knew she was clumsy with these things; cheering people up was hard when she hardly knew what brightened her own mood. Sometimes she just wanted to be left alone. Other times, what she needed was to be picked up by the arm and shaken a bit. Or to be tossed in a river to snap out of whatever despair she had placed herself in. And though she couldn't stay like this for long, she was willing to sit in silence with him, to listen to the river until the darkness passed - or listen to him, if he wanted to lay bare his troubles without comments or judgement or anything to interfere.
Finely chiseled ears twitched as he finally spoke up, turning his way to catch each word. Approaching to test that claim, she stepped cautiously into the water, one front leg at a time. It bit like pike teeth at her pale skin; recoiling, she paced anxiously back and forth along the water's edge for a moment. Then, throwing caution to the wind, Maea entered the water anyway. Despite shuddering visibly, she folded her legs beneath her and settled in the shallows next to Liam, curving herself around him - to keep him or herself warm was anyone's guess. Maybe both. A soft nose reached in through the fortress he had closed himself into, blowing a gentle breath against his cheek.
She wouldn't do anything to him she couldn't do to herself. Maea knew she was clumsy with these things; cheering people up was hard when she hardly knew what brightened her own mood. Sometimes she just wanted to be left alone. Other times, what she needed was to be picked up by the arm and shaken a bit. Or to be tossed in a river to snap out of whatever despair she had placed herself in. And though she couldn't stay like this for long, she was willing to sit in silence with him, to listen to the river until the darkness passed - or listen to him, if he wanted to lay bare his troubles without comments or judgement or anything to interfere.
In secret, between the shadow and the soul
