Periculum Park/Fountain of Fair Fortune

Fountain of Fair Fortune
moonstraw city

Based on Beedle the Bard's tale of the Fountain of Fair Fortune, this scenic area of the park has a replica of the titular fountain in the middle, surrounded by the most beautiful magical flora that the park could acquire.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya was not able to get the park closed down *just* for them – normally she is only capable of doing so after hours and while *she* has no problem when breaking curfew to do that, she would rather not tarnish Chrys' record like that. It's fine! She was able to reach a compromise with her the park operator to have at least just the gardens to themselves for an hour. She wants Chrys to be able to enjoy it without worrying about crowds. She walks slightly ahead of the other girl, holding out her hand so they do not get separated in the throngs of people. "Follow me!" she says excitedly, "We have to enter through the secret way because I got them to close it just for us!"

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Her heart skips as she rushes to grab her friend's hand, following close behind her. Chrys admires how her hair swishes and reflects the sun's rays. Her gaze floats further down before she catches herself and her eyes widen, snapping up towards her friend's head again. Where the crowd thins, she bobbles up to be by her side, swinging their arms happily. "This is so- *exciting*. I cannot believe you were able to do this, or you *did*," she gushes, eyes widening again just moments later as she stares at Maya's beautiful face. God has certainly started to become a lot louder.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"Of course I did!" she says, turning back to laugh. The idea that she would not take advantage of her parents' wealth and power like this to make Chrys happy is absurd to her. She would do anything to make Chrys happy, really. The pair reach a secret door near the carousel and Maya fishes a key out of her pocket to unlock the door. It leads to a short pathway that is fortunately lit well by the light streaming in from the garden on the other end. The replica of the Fountain of Fair Fortune gleams magnificently in the center, surrounded by equally beautiful flowers and plants of all kinds. "Ta-da!" she says, "Do you like it? It's so much better when there aren't people around, don't you think?"

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Chrys gushes. On further thought, she can believe she would do something of this nature, but it is still so mind-blowing to her nonetheless. Her head spins the moment they are both standing at the garden's entrance, swooning as she stares lovingly at all of the different plants sprinkled about. Her hand drops Maya's, inching her arm around her shoulder as her jaw slowly drops. "Whoa," she lets out, still processing. The juxtaposition between the crowds in the rest of Periculum Park and the quiet, beautiful nature of the garden is simply sweet. When she glances down at her, she appears to snap out of it and squeezes her into a tight hug. Her face buries into her hair and mumbles into it. "This is so beautiful, *ma petit chou*. I love it." Chrys pulls away, kissing her friend's cheek as she does so. "I love *you*. I- Whoa." She drifts off from her, starting to get a closer look at all of the flowers lining the pathway.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya's heart flutters as it does every time Chrys says that or well, mostly anything. "I love you, too." she says sincerely, hand drifting to her cheek where Chrys had kissed it before dropping her hand and to the side after she becomes conscious of what she's done. "*You* are so beautiful!" she compliments, "So of course you deserve a garden just as pretty. I know it's not *yours*, exactly, but technically it is for the next hour or so!" she says, taking Chrys' hand again and leading her towards some of the plants. Maybe Maya will be able to get Chrys her own garden or greenhouse in the future – it all depends on whether or not the other girl would want such a thing or even let her. "I'm so psyched that you like it!"

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Her hand gently squeezes hers when they're intertwined again, swinging both of their hands as they begin their stroll. "Stop it," she gushes, smiling sheepishly as she ducks her head and pretends to eye another flower. "*You* are so beautiful," she adds, turning down towards her again with a grin. Maya is beautiful— the most beautiful girl in the world. "More beautiful than any flower, *ma chou*." Feeling herself through this moment of sheer bliss, she feels the constant urge to giggle though she holds it in. Her feet feel light and she wonders if the ground is soft and pulling her in. Most importantly, however, her hand feels warm and it radiates a warmth through her torso that is impossible to hide from herself. "I could spend forever here... Only as long as you were with me," she adds, heart skipping a beat when she has the courage to say it. "You should show me your favorite flower here!" Then it ought to become hers too (unless it is something unimpressive such as a rose, but even then it is possible).

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

She points at a couple of roses growing at the side of one of the hedges. "Roses!" she answers enthusiastically, not at all suspecting that such an answer could be boring or disappointing. Her middle name is Rose, and her parents were fond of getting her the flower growing up as a result. While it might be a bit of a basic choice, the association with attention from her parents conditioned her into favoring it. It *does* make her feel better convincing herself that they were getting her roses because they knew it was her favorite, but knows deep down it is unlikely. "And what are yours?" she asks, giggling. Maya is becoming a bit too comfortable since she has broken up with Nadja, and she reminds herself that although she is single, Chrys very much still has a boyfriend. She quickly adds, "So I can tell Isaac to buy them for you." she teases, though Maya knows that she is more likely to just buy these flowers for Chrys herself.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Chrysanthemum bites her tongue, but more so because she can't hide how much she admires her. The way Maya lights up as she points out the roses convinces her they are not so unimpressive after all. She smiles, breathing resuming once she notices that she stopped. "Oh, we are not together anymore. You should not tell him that," she says, stopping and drifting a step further from her. Her free hand pushes hair behind her ear and she eyes her friend to gauge her reaction. "I told him we should stop dating just yesterday. I was *going* to tell, but I thought it would be better to tell you in person." Chrys wants to pretend as if she doesn't know why that is, but she does. Part of her wants to see some sort of opportunity in Maya's eyes before she can tell her the rest.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya stops in her tracks and turns to face her once Chrys tells her that she and Isaac broke up. She was not expecting such a development especially since Chrys seemed so content in that relationship – though now that Maya is looking back on it, she never seemed anything more than just content and Maya is convinced that Chrys deserves someone who makes her the happiest she can be. Maya doesn't know what to say and she is almost afraid that she is taking away from Chrys' moment, but the words come out in a tumble before Maya can stop herself. She talks so much, after all, and has trouble keeping thoughts to herself. "Oh! Nadja and I broke up too." she says, trying to make it sound like less of a thing than it is. Her heart is beating fast. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

"Oh." It comes out before she can start to process what she has been told. Her hand shifts around nervously before it settles in its spot and she gently squeezes. Chrys further evaluates the tone of her voice to figure out if she should also pry, but it doesn't seem to be something that is affecting Maya very negatively. "It was not a- eh, situation. I noticed that I was not interested in him," she starts. Can she say she was ever interested? It's so confusing to her, knowing what she believes to know about herself now. "And it would be disrespectful to pull him through that. He is nice and deserves better than that." She smiles politely, eyes glancing down towards the ground to break the contact between them. She contemplates just *telling her*, but she can't. "How are you doing?" Was this just meant to be a post-breakup hangout? She would have done more if she had known it was one of those ordeals.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"I am doing fantastic because I am with you." she says, taking both of Chrys' hands in her own and smiling at her brightly. "The break-up with Nadja was nothing. I just..." It would just be opening up a whole can of worms if she said that it was because she fancied someone else. She would not know who else it could be aside from Chrys, and she does not like lying to people who are so dear to her. Obviously Chrys is one of those people. "It didn't feel right. She's not the one for me." she says, "It might be better for both of us! She can enjoy her movies now without having to shush me so much." Maya laughs. "It's good that you broke up with Isaac. It sounds like you did the right thing." she affirms her, "Besides, he does not deserve you. You are so... amazing!"

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Chrys stares down at their hands, heart racing as she tries to pull herself together enough to listen. Listening is the least she could do. "She is not. There is someone better out there," she answers immediately, pulling a face at the comment about being shushed. It has always bothered her that Nadja does this. She would never attempt to silence Maya or at least not with any real seriousness behind it. "You will find someone, or maybe you have found them already?" Her eyebrows raise, smiling at her suggestively. It drops when she remembers the question about her favorite flower, noticeably embarrassed by herself as she starts walking again. "Anyway, I love ghost orchids. I doubt you have any- They are rare and expensive and do not grow in this climate," she thinks further before finishing. "I love all flowers! Buttercups.. Chrysanths.. Hyacinths!"

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"I'll get them for you!" Maya declares. Obviously the words 'rare' and 'expensive' do not matter to her very much. "A whole bunch of them!" She is already making a mental note to Seeker them when she gets home. She is sure she will be able to find a supplier in time for OWL results – she thinks maybe that would be a pretty good congratulatory gift. She notes all of these other flowers too. Perhaps she can make Chrys a whole bouquet. "One day, I'm gonna get you a whole garden." Maya swears, sounding dead serious. She is smiling, though, very clearly amused as she daydreams about the idea.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

"They are almost impossible to harvest because very few blossom," she explains, not wanting to let herself get too excited at the idea that she might have a bundle in her arms. Besides, she doubts it would be worth it to cut them down and bring them overseas. Chrys is thrilled by the thought and is impressed by the notion, but does everything to quell her excitement and avoid being disappointed when she is so sure she will be. Her heartbeat flutters, however, when Maya tells her she will buy her a garden. Chrys stares at her longingly, jaw slowly falling before she clears her throat and tries to be serious. Quickly, she melts into a gushy smile and her face scrunches up with joy. "That is a terribly expensive gift for a friend. Do you not think so?"

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"Not for a friend as important as you." Maya insists. Again, the word 'expensive' does not mean anything to her, especially in this context. Nothing is too expensive for Chrys. She almost frowns, though, when Chrys refers to her as her friend as it reminds her very well of her place and the role she plays in Chrys' life. She decides to not think so much of it. As far as she knows, Chrys is straight. It's fine. She respects that. Looking for a different topic so that she can take her mind off it, she is reminded of the whole situation with Lexi and Aoibh and a smile creeps to her face because of it. "Thank you by the way by just rolling with it when I said we were going to be too busy to hang out with them. I feel like they were better off going out alone."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Unsure of what she had been expecting as her response, she nods and smiles just slightly when the word *friend* is thrown back at her. She is relieved to have the topic switch to Lexi and Aoibh though part of her starts to stress that she missed her opportunity to tell her the truth. "I do too. It was for the best, and I hope it went well for them." Chrys' heart shatters for Lexi specifically, having no understanding of the other girl's feelings. At least *she* knows Maya is interested in girls. Somehow she is in a better position. "It was a bit weird for her to invite me, no? I do not know her..." It feels wrong to mention how disappointed Lexi was because that seems to enhance the issue into a much larger one and she isn't sure she could really beat around the bush on that subject matter.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"Ohhh, Aoibh and I are really good friends!" Maya explains, her voice bright. She has nothing but good things to say about the other girl – the two of them operate on very similar wavelengths and really get each other, Maya thinks. "And I guess I just... talk about you a lot?" Maya adds, shyly. "I think it's obvious that we're pretty close! And she knows that you know Lexi. I think she just wanted it to be a group thing so that Lexi would feel more comfortable."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

A bit miserable and depressed for her friend, her accent starts to slip in more and her brows furrow as she stares at the ground ahead of them. "This is very stupid, Maya. They are *friends*," she nearly whines, not acknowledging that she is apparently spoken of quite a lot. Of course she is; they are friends too after all. "They should not need us to feel comfortable. Imagine if you had invited Aoibh. *Ohhh.*" Chrysanthemum rolls her eyes before frowning and staring at the other girl. "See? This is so weird!" Though she is not of the belief that this means Lexi has been rejected, she is still offended and saddened on her behalf.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Obviously Maya does not know how to go about justifying Aoibh's actions without outing the other girl or revealing her crush, neither of which she has the right to do. Even Maya knows that, and she is horrid at keeping secrets. She bites her lip as she ponders her next words before going, "Just trust me." she says, "It's... a bit complicated!" Maya does not realize how that might be a giveaway, but she doesn't want to just make it seem like Aoibh does not value her friendship with Lexi. She does not want Chrys to encourage Lexi to pursue another option or anything like that. "But Aoibh cares about Lexi a lot and just wants her to be comfy, I guess! I don't know." Maya shrugs, before adding, "But you're right. I'd *never* have invited anyone else today." she says, trying to distract from the topic. She grins. "This is just for you and me."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Her brows furrow more at the notion that it's complicated, not quite understanding *what* could be so difficult about it. "It only provides the impression that she is not comfortable alone with her," she comments, rather miserably as she huffs again. She is rather frustrated that Maya is being vague with her because it does not help her help Lexi. When she lifts her arms to cross them, she remembers she is still holding the other girl's hand and is essentially blocked from giving off such a stubborn display. Chrys turns up and her expression melts when she notices Maya is grinning at her, face getting warmer as she ducks her head down. "I love spending time with you... Hopefully we will get to be together more often now?" Her other hand wraps around to engulf Maya's as she stares at her with eyes full of hope. Now that they aren't dating other people, what is stopping them? "You should come over more this summer! We can have more sleepovers! There is more space in my bed at home..." Not that they need it. A large part of why she enjoys sleeping in her friend's dormitory is that they are able to be so close- so absolutely absorbed in each other.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya takes note of what Chrys says about Lexi and Aoibh. She will likely bring this up with her friend later, so that Aoibh can go about getting a date with less confusion and frustration on both her and Lexi's ends. Hopefully. She does not dwell on it for too long because how can she think of anything else when Chrys is here with her, smiling at her and holding her hand. "Aw, that just means you won't need to cuddle up to me as much." she says. She sounds as if she is joking, but Maya is very serious and a little bit annoyed at this. "I will come over as much as you want! You know my parents don't really care about how much I visit."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

"We *can*," she nearly whines, frowning as she catches onto her friend's joking tone. Chrysanthemum is very serious about this angst and her heart aches just thinking about it. "We might not need to, but we *can*," she repeats stubbornly, brows furrowing as she stares at her. The expression becomes full of longing after a short moment as it usually does and Chrys ducks her head again. "My parents love having you over at the house." Having Maya over is a full affair for their family. It involves cleaning and getting a spread of Dutch food ready for her...possibly grabbing a gift or two from the markets and getting in order all of the bugs her father wants to share. They dress a bit nicer and seem to smile a bit brighter and in general seem a little bit more in love for the moment's being. Her parents love each other at all times, but she isn't sure to what extent. "How does twice a month seem to you? Or more? I would love to see you more. I cannot go from seeing you at every meal to not at all, Maya. My soul cannot handle this."

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya lets out a loud laugh at how dramatically Chrys is expressing herself, though she feels exactly the same way. "Who knows! I'll be taking the test for my Apparition license soon, so I might be able to be with you at a moment's notice!" Maya is mostly joking because the prospect of apparition terrifies her. She is terrified of the idea of accidentally getting splinched and losing a whole limb. She does not want to experience that. "Orrr I could get a portkey to your house! But then every time I go over I'll be sick." Maya makes a face at the idea of being in such a state in front of Chrys and her family. "Maybe I should just live with you." she says, giggling. Oh, how Maya would kill for that. "I think I can definitely do twice a month, though!"

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

"You can move in!" Her parents would not necessarily approve of her moving in full-time. "I would not mind this," she insists, shrugging dramatically. She's getting antsy at the very thought of having Maya over again. Her heart is swelling and she knows it will happen, so she doesn't feel the need to censor herself and tie herself down to the ground. Still, she reaches her limit and she tires herself out rather quickly with a small huff, deflating her ego. "Twice a month is fine. My poor hand..." Her hand drops out of Maya's and she brings it up to cradle it in her other hand as if it is a dead bird. "*Where will it go?*" she muses in Dutch, bringing it to her face sadly before dropping it and capturing the other girl's hand again. Chrys grins at her, pushing her hair behind her ear before motioning towards one of the benches by the fountain.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

It is always so calming hearing Chrys speak in Dutch, though Maya does wish she knew what she was saying. She trusts that it was something pretty. Everything about Chrys is so beautiful, she muses, before taking a seat next to her on the bench. "You should teach me Dutch or French one day so I can understand you." she says. Maya is not sure she would make a good student, but perhaps if Chrys is the one teaching, she will be captivated and learn. "Then you will never need to translate anything for me ever again." She does not want Chrys to feel as if she constantly has to. Maya would probably be frustrated if she were in that position, but Chrys is a much better person than she is.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

It has been a topic of conversation before and still it has gone nowhere, so she has stopped dreaming about it. She is not sure she will be useful in teaching her a second language. Besides, Maya is American and what good would French or Dutch do her? Still, she feels loved knowing Maya wants to understand her. Once they're sitting, she leaves a small space between them but brings her friend's hand into her lap to rest on top of her folded legs. "We can try!" she says, smiling at her. Chrys notes to herself that she doesn't translate for her friend often because she doesn't want to spill her secrets, so it isn't as if she is labored by this responsibility regardless. "I would not mind trying, but I cannot guarantee you will learn."

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

She beams brightly when Chrys says they can try. Honestly, this is just a ploy to listen to Chrys talk in her native language. It has always sounded so beautiful to Maya just being able to hear the way she speaks. "Awesome!" she exclaims, "I tried asking Nadja to teach me, but she like, hates the French or something. I don't know." Nadja seems to feel very strongly about lots of things, though Maya can understand how French might be an obnoxious language. "I asked her long ago and told her it was because I wanted to be able to understand what you were saying." Probably not Maya's smartest move, but as far as she is concerned, Chrys is straight and Nadja probably also knows this. It is not like she would have been perceived as a threat. "But it would be so much better to just learn from you directly! I'm sure you're going to make a fantastic teacher."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Her face gets warm and she struggles not to gush as she stares at the recipient of her affection. Her hand fiddles a bit more with the other girl's fingers, running over her knuckles gently as she stares down at her lips while she speaks. "Hm?" she lets out quietly, eyes widening as she glances up towards her blue ones. "*Oui*, she is not particularly friendly with the French. I am friendlier," she smiles. "Her French is not good, but her German is better than mine. It is not a competition." This is said mostly to herself as she stares down at their hands. Chrys pulls a frustrated expression for mere seconds, furrowing her brows and puckering her lips before she huffs and eventually smiles. "It is very beautiful that want to understand me in all languages, *ma chou*. Please know I love you very much for this." Squeezing her hand, she looks up and stares at the garden before them.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya rests her head on the other girl's shoulder, also staring ahead at the garden. It is very peaceful here without the crowds. Maya is not sure if she can do this very often, but she would like to be able to sit in a garden like this with someone who she values so deeply. They *must* have a garden once the two of them are older, Maya thinks. Then, she remembers that there is little to no point at all in daydreaming about such a future considering Chrys is straight. "I love *you* very much!" she says, grinning. "Think of it this way! At least the next time you're all delirious, I'll be able to understand everything you're saying." Maya giggles.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

"That is so..." Chrys cringes, but smiles and kisses the other girl's head. "Funny." Considering she hardly remembers it all herself, it's embarrassing to think about. A knot starts to build in her chest, but she tries to breathe through it as she sits in silence. It feels as if she is racing at a million steps per second and yet she is slowly drifting further into the bench and through it, but she isn't moving. When she snaps out of this, she taps her finger against her hand to get her attention. "Can I tell you something?"

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya turns towards Chrys once she feels the gentle tap on her hand and hears her voice. She removes her head from Chrys' shoulder and turns her whole body towards her so that she can more easily admire the other girl's face and watch her as she talks. "Hmm?" she says, "You can tell me anything, my cabbage."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

What is she so nervous for? Maya is also interested in girls, but...maybe she will see it as a come-on and it isn't that. Or...it is a little bit, isn't it? Chrysanthemum furrows her brows and her free hand falls into her hair, pushing it further out of her face. Maya loves her and this won't change that. A small huff later and she stares into the other girl's eyes, appearing a bit frozen in her anxiety. "I am also interested in girls- romantically. I have known this for a long time, but did not know how to...to  *reconnaître* this in myself. Recognize." Pausing to breathe, she does not give space for a response. "I know this means nothing for our friendship, but I thought you should know." This is not subtle, but easy forgivable.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya's heart begins to race at the confession, her mouth forming a wide smile that is nearly shattered when Chrys adds that this means nothing for their friendship. The emotional whiplash almost makes her dizzy. That means Chrys does not view her in that light, then, Maya reasons. At first, she could have reasoned that the reason why Chrys did not pursue her is because they were with other people, then she could have possibly made her move, but now... It's fine. Now is not the best time anyway, she supposes. Chrys is far too important to her for the other girl to believe that Maya is just using her as a rebound of some sort. Not to mention, they *both* have just come out of relationships. "I am so glad you told me." she says, clasping Chrys' hands in her own, still grinning from ear to ear. "This is so amazing! I love you, I think this is wonderful." She does not really know what else to say, but she *is* happy that Chrys finally felt comfortable sharing this with her. "I'm so happy you felt that you could share this with me. Does – does anyone else know?"

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Pleased with her reaction, she beams in return. "I love *you*," she says, laughing as she clasps her other hand over Maya's. Then the question comes and she is shoved off of any sort of high she had had before. "Beauxbatons?" Chrys says, face hardening as she focuses on this memory. This means Nadja knows too. It still feels foul...then again it isn't as if it is obvious that she is interested in Maya and she certainly wasn't willing to recognize it around the time they got together. It's fine. "This means my friend El and Nadja." Letting go of a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding onto, her eyes dart between the fountain and her friend quickly. "My grandmother, but she only understands German. I do not know if she knows seriously." Chrys pauses as her hand frees itself in order to sandwich around one of Maya's. "I am sorry I did not say this before. I felt very ashamed after this incident at Beauxbatons. I did not want this to happen again." It doesn't excuse why she held it in after knowing Maya would not be upset with this news for certain, but she doesn't really need a reason. It's her private business.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

She bites her tongue to keep from asking *What incident at Beauxbatons?* Maya has trouble controlling what comes out of her mouth but she can discipline herself if it is for Chrys. She does not want the other girl to feel uncomfortable, and Maya is certain that once she feels like it is a good time to tell the story, she will tell it. Eventually. She would not want Chrys to feel pressured into saying anything. That is why she is not bothered in the slightest that Chrys took her time before coming out to her. "You don't need to apologize!" she reassures her, "I wouldn't have wanted you to tell me unless you were one hundred percent ready to. Which you were now, right? So this is perfect! I wouldn't have had it any other way."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Chrys nods, barely smiling. This is not because she is miserable or still anxious, but part of her just doesn't understand how to process. While part of her had been worried that somehow Maya would be upset with her, another part of her had also wanted some sort of dashing reveal of her friend's feelings. Perhaps she is not genuinely interested in her or she is just being respectful. Either way, this disappoints her some. "Yes, I am!" she answers, smiling a bit more now. Falling quiet again, she turns to face forward and wiggles closer into Maya's side. Chrys waits expectantly for her head to fall on her shoulder again. "I love you. Thank you for being so understanding." Everything else that she had built this up to be in her head can wait. She was getting ahead of herself.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Once Chrys positions herself like that, Maya's head falls to rest on her shoulder again as if on cue. "I love you, too." she says, smiling contentedly. She feels a lot more at peace with the knowledge that perhaps one day down the line, she might have a shot winning Chrys' affections. For now, she is happy simply looking at the prettiest flowers she's seen with the prettiest girl she's seen.