Maeve
The fact that he has aged wasn’t lost on her, but it didn’t matter to the Nightshade. She would know his voice anywhere. Even if it had deepened with the onset of his magical puberty. The outline of him is hazy, eyes barely seeing him in the dim light of the hut until he draws closer, cradling her in his arms the way she’d done him so many times before. Her sweet Jude. Always so tender. His tears fall onto her face like a cleansing rain, pulling her further from her fever addled fog, ”How? How did you find me?” She rasps, breath an almost death rattle as he presses his ear to her chest, listening to the staccato of her heart.
The Nightshade couldn’t argue with him even if she tried. Her thin frame lays back against the mattress, a wince crossing her features as discomfort settles in her bones once more. ”It’s hard to move.. the infection.. they said it’s locking up my joints..” Maeve explains between shallows intakes of breath, a crease forming between her brows, recalling vaguely the cut she sustained and how it began to fester. The fever and hallucinations that soon followed.
A sudden stirring comes from outside the tent, a warning growl erupting as ember eyes flash from behind the thin curtain only to die out quickly as the scent of just who is kneeling beside his bonded comes through. Aidon nudges his way inside, winding around Jude with a trill, looking frantically between him and Maeve as if pleading him to do something more than what he is now.
The Nightshade couldn’t argue with him even if she tried. Her thin frame lays back against the mattress, a wince crossing her features as discomfort settles in her bones once more. ”It’s hard to move.. the infection.. they said it’s locking up my joints..” Maeve explains between shallows intakes of breath, a crease forming between her brows, recalling vaguely the cut she sustained and how it began to fester. The fever and hallucinations that soon followed.
A sudden stirring comes from outside the tent, a warning growl erupting as ember eyes flash from behind the thin curtain only to die out quickly as the scent of just who is kneeling beside his bonded comes through. Aidon nudges his way inside, winding around Jude with a trill, looking frantically between him and Maeve as if pleading him to do something more than what he is now.
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
