I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Maeve joined him shortly after, footsteps echoing across the stone floor as she stopped at his shoulder, looking up at the fountain with an amused smile as she caught sight of Remi's expression. "I see you found the place without issue." She hummed from her place at his shoulder, hands clasped lightly over the small swell of her belly, the fabric of her dress more firmly pressed against her torso this way. The Nightshade looked better than the last time he saw her, having had the time to get a grip on her emotions, turning her focus onto more pressing things than a man who ran away on a boat.
The flowers aren't in bloom around them, but the air is no less sweet; the floral notes mixing with the salt from the sea. Through the glass of the roof, some of it stained with various colors, shades of blue and are cast across the stone in a splash of color. While the demigod beside her might not be a fan of Safrin, it would be hard to deny that the architecture and details of the building itself weren't beautiful in their own right.
The flowers aren't in bloom around them, but the air is no less sweet; the floral notes mixing with the salt from the sea. Through the glass of the roof, some of it stained with various colors, shades of blue and are cast across the stone in a splash of color. While the demigod beside her might not be a fan of Safrin, it would be hard to deny that the architecture and details of the building itself weren't beautiful in their own right.
Maeve
