She comes into her hideout from the sewers, her dress ruined, mask pulled off, and hair fallen into a mess. She drops her coat on the floor and shivers as she closes the secret entrance behind her before going to collapse in a chair. Burying her face in her hands she runs her hands back into her hair.
"Merde. What a mess."
She had warned him. No. He had warned her. Warned her to be careful of Fey deals, as if she didn't already know. He had said he'd be careful.
Yesterday...but yesterday, she had seen it in his eyes, heard it in his voice. That hint that he wasn't thinking. He had already made a deal with someone, someone who so suspiciously showed up at a convenient moment. The same Eladrin who had kidnapped herself and others had been setting everything up. And now... Dona had no idea just how deep he was in this court intrigue of the Fey.
Maelie pulled her hands back and realized they were full of tears, black streaks of her makeup had come off on her fingers, and she shivered and sneezed again. The meds wearing off and she now felt decidedly ill from her nights in the cold Eisen winter.
She trudged to the small vanity and pulled her hair back and began removing the makeup. Her movements meticulous and robotic. When she was done, she removed the contacts, restoring her green eyes and she made the mistake of looking in the mirror.
This is who they will see if it all comes unmasked. Raven black hair, green eyes, fine elven features. A face that, somewhere out there, her own hunters were searching for. Unmasking was the last thing she could handle.
She put her head down onto the vanity and wrapped her arms around herself and sobbed. She had been so happy. So secure. So free. And she had love. Love from three beautiful people, but in how many ways was it threatened?
She looked back in the mirror and saw not Maelie, not Fox, but that little girl that lived in a colourless world. Alone and unsure. No Uncle Mika to lighten the mood, no Aunt Kallie to hold her close, neither of them there to explain how you manage to juggle all these lies and identities when the ones you love are endangered and one misstep by any of you could make it all come crashing down.
Dragging herself to the small bunk, she pried herself from the dress, grabbed extra blankets, and slept in her hideout. She wasn't okay, she couldn't go back to them yet. She needed to be ready, a step ahead, and mostly... she needed to hide the little girl again.
But for now, she just needed to cry and wish this would all go away.