Maeve
She tries to lift her hand up to cup his cheek as he drops his head against her shoulder, but the movement sends a searing pain through her nerves, the movement restricted by the infection ravaging her system. "Ma chérie... Tu ne m'as jamais abandonné?" Maeve rasps, tears springing to her own eyes, stinging them as she drops her hand back to her side. She can hardly bare to look at him, seeing so much of his father reflected in his eyes and Maeve knows that she's hurt her family in a way she can't ever repair. Even with the fever ravaging her brain, the knowledge that she's disappeared just like Phoebe did plagues her.
Harper, her Harper, alone again. Edmund, Jude, and her fiancé left not knowing what's happened to her. If she was alive or simply gone in the way that often happens in Caido.
The Nightshade lifts her head as Aidon appears, but can only hold it for a moment, letting it fall back against Jude's shoulder once more. "Okay.. Okay.. Just my pack and weapons." Both of which were leaning lightly against the wall of the hut. Aidon doesn't need any prompting, moving to grab the bag in his maw, the weapons attached to either side of the pack with straps. He lets out something akin to a whimper, tail thrashing as his head whips back and forth between, eyes tracking Jude and the movement outside.
Her fingers clench loosely at his shirt, the loose linen shift that's covering her modesty clinging to her with sweat from her fever, a damp red splotch from pus and blood clear on the fabric that's stuck in the wound of her thigh.
Harper, her Harper, alone again. Edmund, Jude, and her fiancé left not knowing what's happened to her. If she was alive or simply gone in the way that often happens in Caido.
The Nightshade lifts her head as Aidon appears, but can only hold it for a moment, letting it fall back against Jude's shoulder once more. "Okay.. Okay.. Just my pack and weapons." Both of which were leaning lightly against the wall of the hut. Aidon doesn't need any prompting, moving to grab the bag in his maw, the weapons attached to either side of the pack with straps. He lets out something akin to a whimper, tail thrashing as his head whips back and forth between, eyes tracking Jude and the movement outside.
Her fingers clench loosely at his shirt, the loose linen shift that's covering her modesty clinging to her with sweat from her fever, a damp red splotch from pus and blood clear on the fabric that's stuck in the wound of her thigh.
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
