Maeve
The Madame shakes her head, eyes dropping down to her lap as the conversations plays again in her head, trying hard to pick out where things went wrong. Nothing stuck out specifically. It seemed to have come from nowhere. No, not nowhere. After he asked about Sunjata. "He said that other people needed me more. He didn't need me. He didn't want me." That was the only reasoning he gave her and truthfully it left very little for her to work with. Maeve worries her bottom lip between her teeth, feeling that tell tale prickle of tears in her eyes, but she refuses to cry anymore. "You don't have to apologize, Aurelia. I think that I'm just... too much for someone to want like that."
The admission is soft, barely above a whisper as her voice threatens to break on her, threatens to give away just how precarious her current control over her emotions is. Maeve chases the feeling away with another sip of tea before turning her full attention to Aurelia, holding out a hand for her, inviting her with the motion to join her on the couch. If only because she can't stand to be without someone any longer.
"Yes, there is. I didn't understand it at first. It wasn't until I saw her again. I thought the first time was a fluke. Surely I wouldn't be so lucky twice. I was wrong... She came to me again and listened to my fears without judgement." A softness overtakes her expression, banishing the pain that seems almost constant in her eyes, heartbreak weighing heavy on her. It fades quickly as Aurelia's own expression shifts, concern growing in her belly, urging her to move towards the other woman.
Her brows draw together, breath catching in her throat at the unease the grows between them as the acknowledge what happened to Aurelia at the shrine, picking up just how badly it affected the Arbiter. "A spirit? What did it say? Did it ask something of you?" Maeve asks gently, wanting to understand why it had the other woman rattled so, needing to understand so she could provide her with the same relief and comfort that she's given her thus far.
The admission is soft, barely above a whisper as her voice threatens to break on her, threatens to give away just how precarious her current control over her emotions is. Maeve chases the feeling away with another sip of tea before turning her full attention to Aurelia, holding out a hand for her, inviting her with the motion to join her on the couch. If only because she can't stand to be without someone any longer.
"Yes, there is. I didn't understand it at first. It wasn't until I saw her again. I thought the first time was a fluke. Surely I wouldn't be so lucky twice. I was wrong... She came to me again and listened to my fears without judgement." A softness overtakes her expression, banishing the pain that seems almost constant in her eyes, heartbreak weighing heavy on her. It fades quickly as Aurelia's own expression shifts, concern growing in her belly, urging her to move towards the other woman.
Her brows draw together, breath catching in her throat at the unease the grows between them as the acknowledge what happened to Aurelia at the shrine, picking up just how badly it affected the Arbiter. "A spirit? What did it say? Did it ask something of you?" Maeve asks gently, wanting to understand why it had the other woman rattled so, needing to understand so she could provide her with the same relief and comfort that she's given her thus far.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
