Maea
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on the limb
He emerged from the faceless crowd like a dream made real, and expelled all thought of woodland furniture and wanderlust from her mind. Any distance melted from her gaze as Maea smiled up at her partner, the silken underskirt of her dress rustling as she shifted to make room for him next to her. "Always for you," she replied, and felt her cheeks warm from the heady delight; if their absence from one another had any positive side effects it would solely be the way it reaffirmed how much she preferred to be together. "How are you? How goes the desert project?" Will you come home soon? Somewhere Maea had assumed Liam's interest for Hak Etme to be a passing thing, something to occupy his time while she studied and sought to overcome the wrench that a faction of fae elders had thrown into their plans for the Greatwood. Perhaps she hadn't asked as much about the matter as she ought to, either. Certainly it hadn't occurred to her to move anytime soon, and as she held out her plate to offer its contents to her lover, it was with the assumption that her own restlessness was the only shadow cast over their domestic bliss.
And I remember thinking — I want to be like them
