"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
”It really does.” In all things. Not just war preparations. At least, that was something that Maeve has come to realize in the last few days. Watching Jude and Edmund grow up amongst this chaos simply proving as much. ”And I’m glad you like it. I know those things aren’t truly necessary for you, but they always make me think of you.” It was a devotional act of sorts, creating the various scents and blends for Safrin, ensuring they were perfectly balanced.
Unaware of what’s happening at this very moment, Maeve keeps her eyes on the bow, watching her hold it in her hand and feeling the telltale burn on her finger tips. Unknowing that Phoebe is currently banging on her door and barging into her home, ruining the bit of peace she’s built with Harper, tearing apart the foundation that they’ve so carefully laid in the past year. The Nightshade is more like the goddess before her than she realizes and that much will become clear in the hours that follow her departure from her. Still, it’s a distant storm on the horizon that’s not yet hit and the surge of starlight draws her attention instead.
Offering a soft smile to her patron, the Queen dips her head, ”Good. Now we don’t have to worry about someone getting the wrong idea.” Or Remi deciding that their friendship had outlasted its use.
”Perhaps when this is all over you’ll have more time again,” Maeve murmurs softly, gaze full of adoration and hope on her goddess’s behalf as she lowers the bow to her side.
Unaware of what’s happening at this very moment, Maeve keeps her eyes on the bow, watching her hold it in her hand and feeling the telltale burn on her finger tips. Unknowing that Phoebe is currently banging on her door and barging into her home, ruining the bit of peace she’s built with Harper, tearing apart the foundation that they’ve so carefully laid in the past year. The Nightshade is more like the goddess before her than she realizes and that much will become clear in the hours that follow her departure from her. Still, it’s a distant storm on the horizon that’s not yet hit and the surge of starlight draws her attention instead.
Offering a soft smile to her patron, the Queen dips her head, ”Good. Now we don’t have to worry about someone getting the wrong idea.” Or Remi deciding that their friendship had outlasted its use.
”Perhaps when this is all over you’ll have more time again,” Maeve murmurs softly, gaze full of adoration and hope on her goddess’s behalf as she lowers the bow to her side.
Maeve
