Maeve
The Madame settles on the couch, staring ahead blankly, heart still rabbiting against her ribs as she tries to make sense of everything. She's pregnant. She's pregnant and it's Locke's. She's pregnant and it's Locke's and Locke is gone. He left her and her heart hurts and she's pregnant with his child. It just repeats in a rotating order in her brain. Over and over and over again. It isn't until Aurelia approaches, pressing a cool glass of water into her hand, hovering over her with worry in her eyes that Maeve is drawn here again.
She manages a sip. Something small that barely coats her tongue, but it washes away the acid in her mouth so she takes another, bigger this time. It soothes her raw throat, eyes flicking up to her friend, thankful to have her here. Thankful that she doesn't have to go through this alone. Someone cares. Aurelia cares. She's not alone. She won't be alone. Aurelia won't abandon her again. She promised, right? A promise was a promise.
The laugh, while nervous, makes her lips twitch into a semblance of a smile. "Food... Food would be good. Something light? I might have bread." She can't cook to save her life, but her kitchen is stocked anyway. She'd stocked it before she even moved in. When she thought Locke was going to come with her. Before she knew better to have hope.
Suddenly there is a scratching at the door of her balcony, insistent and unrelenting, warbles and trills filtering in through the glass. Worry, concern, a need to protect suddenly trickle along the bond she shares with Aidon, washing over her like a cool Longheat shower. Maeve sucks in a breath and the dragon pushes harder, orange eyes narrowing as he looks in through the glass and plumes of smoke rise from his nostrils. "Aidon.."
She manages a sip. Something small that barely coats her tongue, but it washes away the acid in her mouth so she takes another, bigger this time. It soothes her raw throat, eyes flicking up to her friend, thankful to have her here. Thankful that she doesn't have to go through this alone. Someone cares. Aurelia cares. She's not alone. She won't be alone. Aurelia won't abandon her again. She promised, right? A promise was a promise.
The laugh, while nervous, makes her lips twitch into a semblance of a smile. "Food... Food would be good. Something light? I might have bread." She can't cook to save her life, but her kitchen is stocked anyway. She'd stocked it before she even moved in. When she thought Locke was going to come with her. Before she knew better to have hope.
Suddenly there is a scratching at the door of her balcony, insistent and unrelenting, warbles and trills filtering in through the glass. Worry, concern, a need to protect suddenly trickle along the bond she shares with Aidon, washing over her like a cool Longheat shower. Maeve sucks in a breath and the dragon pushes harder, orange eyes narrowing as he looks in through the glass and plumes of smoke rise from his nostrils. "Aidon.."
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
