Maea
Like a moth to a flame
burned by the fire
burned by the fire
There was something, of course. They had discussed it before, dropped the matter, then tiptoed around it with endless excuses cropping up, so that in the end nothing ever happened. It was a matter of determination in the end, Maea supposed. Of making up their minds and taking the leap into a role that came with both temptation and responsibility. For her part, she knew that Jigano had been right, when long ago he blamed her for being power hungry. Well intending, sure, but entirely too enticed by the idea of molding the world to her preferences. At the very least she should never be in a position of complete authority, and that meant not ruling anything on her own. As for Liam... she suspected it was a matter of confidence, or lack thereof. Perhaps also a certain learned passivity that inclined him to wait for permission, or for someone else to take the lead in decision making. Certainly she didn't begrudge him for it, nor did she really mind being the one who took the lead in certain matters, but... this time, she couldn't quite tell what he really wanted.
"What would you like to do, if you could decide?" she asked, pale eyes watching him steadily; as much enjoying the excuse to admire the color of his eyes as she was curious to know his train of thought.
"What would you like to do, if you could decide?" she asked, pale eyes watching him steadily; as much enjoying the excuse to admire the color of his eyes as she was curious to know his train of thought.
That's the way love goes
