SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Leaning back into the couch and slumping down a bit, Seren hummed a soft sigh and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Maeve's ear. An absent look came over her as she tried to recall the exchange she'd had with her brother-of-heart.
"He was rather... touchy. Quick to pick apart what I said and twist it. He told me about how he attuned, and when I worried that it would place him and you in danger to side so blatantly with me, he was offended. Later, I asked him why he left the Dragoons... and it seems to me that he is conflicted about the Voice, and the Ascended. Apparently the Voice showed up at the hospital fire to put it out... and he all but chided me for not opposing mother's views on the Ascended." It was a painful subject in general for Seren, and even though it was she who was the support here, her gaze dropped down, to follow the subtle patterns in Maeve's robes.
"He... told me about something awful that happened to him as a child. That he did not want to help run a brothel because of it... or want you to have anything to do with it, either." Seren would not divulge details; it had been a conversation in confidence, after all. "He was very angry, and almost sounded cruel a few times. I think there is something brewing beneath the surface in him, Maeve... and leaving you might just have been the first outlet for it."
It was all conjecture. Seren didn't know Locke as well as she would like, and the idea that he might keep his distance with her too was painful. Yet they had made promises together... and she would have him live up to them. Even if she had to drag him.
Turning her focus back to her friend, Seren smiled warmly in response to Maeve's happiness. "Of course you could. And you will, if you have to. But I'll do my best to make sure you won't, okay? So, what's this other thing?" Tilting her head aside, the young woman looked curiously at the Madame.
"He was rather... touchy. Quick to pick apart what I said and twist it. He told me about how he attuned, and when I worried that it would place him and you in danger to side so blatantly with me, he was offended. Later, I asked him why he left the Dragoons... and it seems to me that he is conflicted about the Voice, and the Ascended. Apparently the Voice showed up at the hospital fire to put it out... and he all but chided me for not opposing mother's views on the Ascended." It was a painful subject in general for Seren, and even though it was she who was the support here, her gaze dropped down, to follow the subtle patterns in Maeve's robes.
"He... told me about something awful that happened to him as a child. That he did not want to help run a brothel because of it... or want you to have anything to do with it, either." Seren would not divulge details; it had been a conversation in confidence, after all. "He was very angry, and almost sounded cruel a few times. I think there is something brewing beneath the surface in him, Maeve... and leaving you might just have been the first outlet for it."
It was all conjecture. Seren didn't know Locke as well as she would like, and the idea that he might keep his distance with her too was painful. Yet they had made promises together... and she would have him live up to them. Even if she had to drag him.
Turning her focus back to her friend, Seren smiled warmly in response to Maeve's happiness. "Of course you could. And you will, if you have to. But I'll do my best to make sure you won't, okay? So, what's this other thing?" Tilting her head aside, the young woman looked curiously at the Madame.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
