She would have been content to stay in Whitney's home forever. It was the first place that the lavender eyed child with a sweet smile that Maeve had not tried to run away. The home was small, but cozy, with a roaring fire when the days were rainy, and a comfy bean bag chair that was traded among the children as they would listen to stories in the evening. The backyard was spacious, with trees as tall as buildings, reaching their branches skyward like a sea of arms where they would cup the golden sunlight in the curl of their leafy canopies. Of all the places, the backyard was Maeve's safe haven. With beds of flowers, where Maeve would often settle herself with a good book, or simply close her eyes as birdsong rang through the air, as light and warm as sunshine. As the sun touched upon the warmth of her head, as pale gold as starlight. And the daisy loving girl would find that the world would stop for a moment, everything ceases to move, as the world breathed a sigh of relief. Maeve could have easily stayed within this beautiful home forever, but alas, fate had other plans as it so often did. And not everyone can be immortal such as the fae people. Mortals are prone to all sorts of things, they can get injured, sick, even die so easily. Whitney was no exception to these boundaries of human life.

The child with pale golden hair had watched as her caretaker had grown sicker and weaker. "Cancer." She had told the children what it was. But even in the face of all this adversity and pain, Whitney had managed to find a way to tip her face into a warm smile towards her foster children that she was raising as her own and promise them that she would never leave. But one afternoon, as the sun beat lazily down, Maeve could tell that she had grown so sick that the promise she had created would be broken, willing or not, it was going to happen. And Maeve had known that the closest thing she had to a parents since her own birthmother, with those brilliant, beautiful eyes, that she would not be around forever. That all good things truly did come to an end. And with a warm smile one day, Maeve had kissed her forehead with a kiss as light and supple as clouds moving across a clear blue sky. Some how, the fae child knew that this would be her last interaction with her. That truth came to pass as she had grown so sick and needed to be taken to the hospital for long term care. While all the other children scurried to pack their belongings, Maeve sat in the backyard, in her own little sanctuary, her backpack already packed.

It was a comforting feeling, pressing herself close to the hazel eyed lion. The pale child knows not what she gives to Roman, by allowing herself to trust him fully and already express the love in her heart towards him. She does not know the protection that has now been placed around her, that Maeve, from this day forward, would be protected from all harm. She doesn't know any of this as she says cuddled in her arms, pale skin standing stark against the tanned man. Her pale locks cascade over his arms, like little strands of starlight, twinkling as the sun presses down upon them. Maeve's story was so long and tedious, and yet the fact that she can trust Roman so eagerly and willing, is a testament to her strength as a child. As she reaches a fair skinned hand to touch him, she feels the warmth of his skin, of the life that is Roman. And his own smile, causes her own to fleet across her face like clouds rolling through the endless blue sky.

With that pale skin, and light hair that shines like sunlight, Maeve looks to be a little beauty nestled within the strong arms of a handsome beast. His baritones roll over her and it feels like the roar of a waterfall or a jungle cat, a gentle smiling curling over her pink lips. With his own words, Maeve peers at him underneath dark lashes with strange amethyst eyes. "Hearts are beautiful things," she says in such a conclusive way, her voice gentle and affectionate, her intelligence and sensitivity far above that of the average eight year old. The odd child.

When the lion mentions that he would like to see her drawings, the child immediately lights up as if she were a firework expanding across the sky in a dazzling spectacular. "Well come on then, I have a lot to show you," she says with a chiming note of shy laughter. The blonde then turns to lead the way to her makeshift living arrangement that would truly never be a home to the platinum blonde fae girl. Her pale hand folds within his, taking comfort in the strength of them as she peers upwards to the man, with that same blooming smile on her face. Brushed golden haired child feels that wave of relief wash over her when Roman agrees to play along. Already the staff were so suspicious, she didn't want to make it any worse. She slides a piece of cream colored hair behind her ear as she gives the lion an affirmative nod, a tingle of excitement running through her petite body.

With Roman by her side, there is hardly a second glance thrown in the pair's direction, and for that the cream haired girl is grateful. She never liked when they stared, always causing Maeve to shift uncomfortably so. The purple eyed girl is so surprised at Roman's willingness to follow her. Not many men his age would choose to hang around an eight year old, that is something Maeve had learned from her years in foster care. Adults always seemed to have something better to do than spend time with children. But none the less, the golden haired fae child is appreciative of his company. She smiles pleasantly to him always so comfortable in her own skin, even when that skin is so tired that it just wants to melt off her body and leave her, a naked skeleton, to stand alone at the top. But for now, the child remains very much so not alone, as she leads the man through the lobby towards where the elevators sat waiting for the pair to guide them upwards.

After her admission of something she feels so guilty for, she expects him to turn away from her, but instead he brushes back her blonde hair and comforts the young child with his words. She gives silent nod towards him, appreciative of all Roman has to say. As he presses the elevator button, Maeve watches expectantly with lavender eyes as the top of the door states where the elevator is at any given time. But then the man comes to kneel beside her, catching the child off guard for moment as he speaks in the deep tones of a fully grown man, taking her hand as he does so. A pregnant pause hangs in the air, before Maeve throws herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck as she buries her head against him, unashamed of this display of affection towards Roman.

Maeve is Maeve and she never changes.

She cannot hide that gentle smile that has curved across her face as she finally pulls away from him with the 'ding' of the elevator. "You can stay forever," she says quietly. "If you want to," she adds, in case, perhaps the lion did not wish to forever be surrounded with a child, she would give him an out if he needed it. She steps onto the elevator, her steps a little lighter than before, the golden haired child it seemed, incapable of hiding the happiness building underneath fair skin, smile radiant and sweet. Once the elevator ceases to move and the doors open the girl with golden tresses steps off the elevator, leading the way to her room which she opens easily with a swipe of her key card. The creamy haired girl then wanders, spreading her arms wide with a "Ta da," she says, violet eyes gazing to the many pictures hanging up on the walls. Pictures of flowers, violins, ballet slippers, but mostly of animals. The pale child then blushes a shade of soft pink. "Do you like them?"