#maia7

   she told herself; don’t look, don’t type in the url, don’t even think of it... but during one of her insomnia driven late-nights in her hotel room, holed up alone with both belen and luce gone onto other things and asteria gone to this world... ari couldn’t help it. 

   she looked. and, startlingly enough, it felt as though maia was speaking to her, through her words, something that ariadne found herself relating with so deeply. how just a simple blog post managed to bring up some a sense of validation in the witch, ari wasn’t sure, but come morning, she was reaching out to maia... and finally, visiting her home for the first time. 

   if i have to do bad things to protect them, i will. ari hated how much of herself she saw in that line, a terrifying line that constantly wavered and waned. to know that someone like maia, who ari viewed as so strong, felt the same? well, she had to be there with her, to talk, to plan, to practice. and the grimoire left behind by carter was an intriguing mystery as well. so, ari was there, with a purchased package of baked goods from the store in hand and her expression perfectly crafted to hold back all the pain she felt inside. “good afternoon, maia. i brought, um- i brought these, if you were hungry. and tea,” a light, forced laugh, referencing their last talk.