Maea
Oh, when the world is burning
The color in her cheeks intensified at the question, as it forced her to take a good look at her own feelings. The finger traced down her arm tickled, painting a line of static on her skin that lingered long after moving on. "I... don't mean to be clingy or anything like that," she murmured, unsure of what he was hearing, perhaps even a bit unclear on what she preferred herself. If he got in the way of her search for a cure... but not knowing where he was was terrifying, too. "It's just... I like being around you." That much she did know, without a doubt. "So, I guess... yeah. I want to see you." In fact, she'd prefer not to part ways at all, but if he was going to Stormbreak... gods. She hated that thought so much.
Splaying her fingers open to braid them into his, Maea felt her heart beat wildly in her chest, hammering away to the beat of some drum she couldn't hear. The effect this man had on her - since when had his absence or presence and the touch of his hand gained so much power over her? Spellbound, nervous without quite knowing about what, she gazed up at Liam through frost-white lashes - praying she wasn't making a complete fool of herself by speaking so honestly.
Splaying her fingers open to braid them into his, Maea felt her heart beat wildly in her chest, hammering away to the beat of some drum she couldn't hear. The effect this man had on her - since when had his absence or presence and the touch of his hand gained so much power over her? Spellbound, nervous without quite knowing about what, she gazed up at Liam through frost-white lashes - praying she wasn't making a complete fool of herself by speaking so honestly.
Don't walk away
