Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Slowly her pulse was returning to normal. With every word Theea proved herself trustworthy, not one to suddenly rip the flower from her hands, or change her mind, or laugh at the emotions that thickened her voice and made it tremble and crack. The rose was light in her hands but the weight of responsibility she felt at using it properly, accurately, was a mountain on her back that wouldn't disappear until Liam was free to detest the Family - or not - as he pleased.
Gingerly accepting the wooden box, she folded a napkin into it and placed the rose on top. "My name is Maea Valair," she replied, soft and quiet as she looked up, still nursing the treasure in both hands. "Thank you, Theea. Can I do anything for you?" Now, or tomorrow, or fifty years from now didn't matter; this was a kindness that wouldn't be forgotten, not ever. It kept her kneeling in the moss despite the thrill singing through her limbs that urged her to fly right back home to Liam. It was for the better; this was not a thing she ought to rush into without a plan.
Gingerly accepting the wooden box, she folded a napkin into it and placed the rose on top. "My name is Maea Valair," she replied, soft and quiet as she looked up, still nursing the treasure in both hands. "Thank you, Theea. Can I do anything for you?" Now, or tomorrow, or fifty years from now didn't matter; this was a kindness that wouldn't be forgotten, not ever. It kept her kneeling in the moss despite the thrill singing through her limbs that urged her to fly right back home to Liam. It was for the better; this was not a thing she ought to rush into without a plan.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
