Maea
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on the limb
Greeting Liam with a tight squeeze as he came over, Maea was glad to have him there. Seeing his lean figure appear on the threshold soothed the nerves she'd been suppressing all day, as evidenced by the tension of her thin shoulders and the too-bright smile she gave him. Returning the kiss, she slipped an arm around his waist and glanced out over the room, accounting for whatever list of necessities she'd made for herself. "Mh, no, I think I have everything under control. But remind me to check on the dessert pie in a bit - I just put it into the oven."
Again the front door swung open, and Maea braced herself against the exuberant hug Nova greeted her with. "Nova! It's so good to see you!" Laughing breathlessly, she hugged the girl back. "That's high praise, coming from you," she grinned, meaning every word. "Have at it with the curtains - I trust you to keep it tasteful." The Treehouse interior might lean more towards rustic than elegant, but it didn't lack for color. Remi's touch was in every carved beam and painted wall, adding a touch of whimsy that not even a glitterbomb could take away from.
Turning to greetTheea next, and spying Damien not far behind her, the hostess pulled the girl in for a hug, and accepted the gift with a murmur of gratitude. "Oh, it's heavy! Theea, this is wonderful - black is definitely my color." Hugging the soft fabric to her chest protectively, Maea shook her head against Nova's glittering gaze on the blanket like the sparkly vulture of glam that she was, amused but firm. "Don't you dare! You can glitter anything else, but this is perfect the way it is."
Still shaking her head,Damien was greeted with a lopsided smile, a pale hand squeezing his arm in a warm, if brief, gesture of gratitude. Drawn over to the box, she examined the carvings and ran gentle fingers over the sanded surface; recognizing the same kind of care in the woodwork as she’d noticed in Theea's blanket. "It's beautiful, Damien. Thank you, I will treasure it. Please, make yourself at home; all of you, help yourself to the food."
She hadn't asked for gifts, and as Maea set the planket and the box next to Liam's basket, the sight of them all together stirred something within her, warm and tender enough to have a lump form in her throat. Gazing across the room at her guests, at Aria being fussed with and the smiles on their faces, it was everything she had hoped the evening would be.
Drifting back to nestle herself in Liam's arms, she sought his gaze with a question. "Do you want me to tell them, about what we've decided?" Referring to the conversation they'd had about moving in together, she was more than willing to turn this party into a surprise for everyone - or wait, if that's what he preferred.
Again the front door swung open, and Maea braced herself against the exuberant hug Nova greeted her with. "Nova! It's so good to see you!" Laughing breathlessly, she hugged the girl back. "That's high praise, coming from you," she grinned, meaning every word. "Have at it with the curtains - I trust you to keep it tasteful." The Treehouse interior might lean more towards rustic than elegant, but it didn't lack for color. Remi's touch was in every carved beam and painted wall, adding a touch of whimsy that not even a glitterbomb could take away from.
Turning to greet
Still shaking her head,
She hadn't asked for gifts, and as Maea set the planket and the box next to Liam's basket, the sight of them all together stirred something within her, warm and tender enough to have a lump form in her throat. Gazing across the room at her guests, at Aria being fussed with and the smiles on their faces, it was everything she had hoped the evening would be.
Drifting back to nestle herself in Liam's arms, she sought his gaze with a question. "Do you want me to tell them, about what we've decided?" Referring to the conversation they'd had about moving in together, she was more than willing to turn this party into a surprise for everyone - or wait, if that's what he preferred.
And I remember thinking — I want to be like them
