Maeve
Panic begins to set in; that skin scrawling, finger twitching, gut twisting kind that has her struggling to breathe. She's drawn out into its tide, whisked away into a sea of something she doesn't know how to navigate. Wave after wave after wave crashes into her. Maeve doesn't even realize how she's shaking. Her whole body trembling like a leaf. Shock. That has to be it. She's going into shock, right? Aurelia looks as if she's a million miles away, a hazy blur in her vision as she looks ahead, tears swimming in jade eyes.
It isn't until the Arbiter's hands find hers, seizing them with such ferocity that Maeve is snapped back to this moment, drawing in a sharp breath. She focuses on her friend, hearing her words and trying to commit them, desperate to follow the path they lay at her feet. A nod, tongue darting out to wet dry lips, tears slipping down her cheeks as Aurelia drops her forehead against hers.
"Okay." It's all she can manage right now, moving to stand on shaky legs with Aurelia's support, straightening up even as her face remains ghostly. "There's water in the kitchen." Maeve mumbles almost absentmindedly, allowing the Arbiter to guide her towards the couch once more, sinking into the cushions there gratefully. Her stomach seems to have settled for the time being, giving her a moment of reprieve so she can actually think.
It isn't until the Arbiter's hands find hers, seizing them with such ferocity that Maeve is snapped back to this moment, drawing in a sharp breath. She focuses on her friend, hearing her words and trying to commit them, desperate to follow the path they lay at her feet. A nod, tongue darting out to wet dry lips, tears slipping down her cheeks as Aurelia drops her forehead against hers.
"Okay." It's all she can manage right now, moving to stand on shaky legs with Aurelia's support, straightening up even as her face remains ghostly. "There's water in the kitchen." Maeve mumbles almost absentmindedly, allowing the Arbiter to guide her towards the couch once more, sinking into the cushions there gratefully. Her stomach seems to have settled for the time being, giving her a moment of reprieve so she can actually think.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
