Maeve
Maeve did have faith in her. She held out hope. She asked and asked and asked. The Nightshade had waited. Each passing day had dampened the hope in her chest. That little flame that had burned so brightly for the Fireheart, holding out beyond all reason, beyond all hope that she would come back to her. She did. Except not right away. Not when she needed her. It hurts. No matter the reason for it. The Nightshade can’t help the feeling of betrayal that holds tight like a vice around her heart. It was the same feeling she had when Locke showed back up. Now she was feeling it all over again. Somehow, though, this cuts deeper.
She swallows thickly, feeling a sting itching at her eyes, the treat of tears prominent in the glassy sheen of her gaze. Another trembling breath, threatening to shatter her lungs as if they were made of glass, fingers tightening all over again on the papers. ”I waited for you… Everyone said you were dead. Jack said I should let you go. I didn’t want to, ‘Relia. I waited.” The pain of the words sticks in her throat, digging barbs into her tongue as she forces them out, a sharp intake of breath betraying how precariously she was perched on the precipice of tears.
The Nightshade is about to respond to her question, wanting nothing more than to hide away from wandering eyes, to talk to her in private and understand what happened. To know why she had left her too. Except she keeps talking. She speaks of Jack and the Ark and leaving. It’s heartbreak all over again. Something cruel and special made just for her.
”You could never be in my way.” It’s a whisper. A pained confession. One that’s nothing but true. Despite everything, Maeve still has love in her heart for this woman. Her counterpart. The one who was meant to be by her side no matter what. Briefly her mind flashes to Locke, the promise he made her too in the garden that’s just on the other side of these walls, but despite whatever longing might have been between her and Aurelia before can no longer be. It wouldn’t have worked. Not really. Not how Maeve wanted. No, instead she has this and she’ll take it as long as it means the Fireheart stays.
She swallows thickly, feeling a sting itching at her eyes, the treat of tears prominent in the glassy sheen of her gaze. Another trembling breath, threatening to shatter her lungs as if they were made of glass, fingers tightening all over again on the papers. ”I waited for you… Everyone said you were dead. Jack said I should let you go. I didn’t want to, ‘Relia. I waited.” The pain of the words sticks in her throat, digging barbs into her tongue as she forces them out, a sharp intake of breath betraying how precariously she was perched on the precipice of tears.
The Nightshade is about to respond to her question, wanting nothing more than to hide away from wandering eyes, to talk to her in private and understand what happened. To know why she had left her too. Except she keeps talking. She speaks of Jack and the Ark and leaving. It’s heartbreak all over again. Something cruel and special made just for her.
”You could never be in my way.” It’s a whisper. A pained confession. One that’s nothing but true. Despite everything, Maeve still has love in her heart for this woman. Her counterpart. The one who was meant to be by her side no matter what. Briefly her mind flashes to Locke, the promise he made her too in the garden that’s just on the other side of these walls, but despite whatever longing might have been between her and Aurelia before can no longer be. It wouldn’t have worked. Not really. Not how Maeve wanted. No, instead she has this and she’ll take it as long as it means the Fireheart stays.
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
