Maeve
"Thank you.. I appreciate all the help." She said softly, trying desperately to keep her voice from trembling, but it already threatened to give her away. Maeve took a shaky breath, looking up to meet the girl's gaze, finding a gentle concern there that she wasn't expecting.
Is she okay? No, she isn't okay. She's very far from okay. "The father... He left me and I- I haven't even gotten to tell him." The Madame was alone in this. Aurelia had promised to help her, but she was the only one. She hadn't even heard from Seren. The Madame had sent her letter days ago now and the starchild hadn't responded even once. It was uncommon for her and Maeve couldn't help worrying for her friend. Not only that, but what if Seren didn't want to see her? What if she sided with Locke? She knew the two were close.
Tears prick her eyes and she furiously blinks them back, tired of crying over every little thing, "I just feel very alone in all of this. Then there is the war... I want this baby. More than anything, but this isn't how I thought it would happen. I didn't think I'd not even have my partner to support me." She confesses, voice quiet between them, drawing in a shaky breath as she finally looked up at her.
Is she okay? No, she isn't okay. She's very far from okay. "The father... He left me and I- I haven't even gotten to tell him." The Madame was alone in this. Aurelia had promised to help her, but she was the only one. She hadn't even heard from Seren. The Madame had sent her letter days ago now and the starchild hadn't responded even once. It was uncommon for her and Maeve couldn't help worrying for her friend. Not only that, but what if Seren didn't want to see her? What if she sided with Locke? She knew the two were close.
Tears prick her eyes and she furiously blinks them back, tired of crying over every little thing, "I just feel very alone in all of this. Then there is the war... I want this baby. More than anything, but this isn't how I thought it would happen. I didn't think I'd not even have my partner to support me." She confesses, voice quiet between them, drawing in a shaky breath as she finally looked up at her.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
