"What's she like," Liz asks, one Mingling. Maira says the Valar were supposed to give Arda a sun like Earth, but chose the Trees instead because the Trees would extend only as far as the Valar wished, would leave everyone who defied them or declined their guidance in the dark. Without that handicap, Maira says, the world outside the Valar's stifling guidance would long since have surpassed them, and wouldn't the Valar be embarrassed then.
"She's - I doubt thousands of years in solitary confinement were good for her," Maira says, closing her eyes to check that no one is nearby. No one is nearby. Maira gestures.
Liz turns away from the windowsill and goes to her Maia's side and kneels. Maira runs a hand through her hair. Maira wraps her up in magic, leaves her paralyzed there. It's one of their favorite games. Liz can't imagine how she'd ever be satisfied with a dom who wasn't a deity.
"I doubt thousands of years in solitary confinement was good for her," Maira says, "and I imagine she was very scared that history would play out exactly like she foresees it, horrible suffering in Endorë and a gilded cage in Valinor, for all eternity." Maira rakes a hand through her hair again and her clothes fall off, torn at the seams. She would giggle, if she could move. Maira is terrifying and it's so hot and she knows how special she is, to have this.
She can still think at Maira. She doesn't hide any thoughts from her, even though she had to learn privacy of thoughts perfectly to keep Maira a secret. They both like it that way. The way for Maira to give her exactly what she wants, exactly the things she doesn't even know she wants, is for Maira to understand her better than she understands herself. And Maira does. Is she going to be - angry?
"Not with you, sweet. She knows you started working on how to rescue her as soon as I told you the truth, she knows you saw through the lies of Valinor, she'll be so proud of you. And she loves me, and she'll be happy that I've found happiness, after all these Ages. I never knew what I was missing, Elizabeth, millions of years and I had no idea -"
I love you.
"I love you too, sweet. I love you so much. I'm so proud of you. Are you ready?"
Yes.
Maira trails a hand down her face. It slices her cheek open, so neatly that it barely hurts. Maira has to hold her still for things like this. When they met Liz didn't have the pain tolerance for any serious play. Maira was exceptionally patient. Comes of being a Maia.
So does the ability to stitch her cheek back up, and now Maira does that. "Come here, love. We'll be so busy, once we start, and I will scarcely be able to function, I'll be so proud of you and so short on time to demonstrate it -"
Liz stands. Liz falls into her Maia's arms. Liz tilts her head for a kiss and tries to make herself believe that Maira could consider herself lucky, that Maira could consider herself proud.