I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
She knows this. That his demeanor, however suggestive it may seem, is merely playful. There isn't a real desire behind his words. No heat in his actions. It is simply the fact that he has new life breathed into him that has things feeling charged. Maeve has been around Phoebe plenty, but the demigoddess didn't give off the same sensation Frey did. Perhaps the herald had blessed Sunjata in a different way? The Nightshade wouldn't have been all that surprised. Maeve takes another few steps forward, stopping just at the edge of the shallows, knowing her feet would no longer be able to touch past this point.
"I am too. Look, Jata, I don't know if you ever talked to him. I don't know what he's said. If anything. I know that he stayed with you until Longnight passed and I would be stupid to think that you two didn't talk about me at least a little given the circumstances." Their history, the way everyone always seems to compare the two, the way people never stop talking about Sunjata and Maeve, about the similarities between her child and Sunjata. All of it tangled up to create a mess that Maeve didn't truly realize the full extent of until now. "But whatever he told you about me... About my feelings before... I don't feel that way anymore and the fact that I did was something you weren't meant to know. I knew that anything beyond friendship could never be, but I was selfish and I took what I could."
It all comes out quickly as they linger there on that edge. She still holds tightly to him, her chest rising and falling rapidly for a different reason as she pushes forward through her confession. "That doesn't matter now because I love Locke. A part of me always loved Locke, but I was too stupid and caught up in everything else to even recognize it for what it was. I hurt him because of that. I just want you to know that while I might love you... It isn't like that anymore and it hasn't been for some time." The Nightshade finally finishes, drawing in a shaky breath as she dares to look up at him, cheeks flushed as a wave of sheepishness washes over her.
"So... Yeah, I guess that would be nice." It would be a proper ending for this whole mess. At least in her eyes. With all of that said and done, Maeve reaches towards the dolphin, carefully wrapping her fingers around its fin and using it as leverage to slip onto its back.
"I am too. Look, Jata, I don't know if you ever talked to him. I don't know what he's said. If anything. I know that he stayed with you until Longnight passed and I would be stupid to think that you two didn't talk about me at least a little given the circumstances." Their history, the way everyone always seems to compare the two, the way people never stop talking about Sunjata and Maeve, about the similarities between her child and Sunjata. All of it tangled up to create a mess that Maeve didn't truly realize the full extent of until now. "But whatever he told you about me... About my feelings before... I don't feel that way anymore and the fact that I did was something you weren't meant to know. I knew that anything beyond friendship could never be, but I was selfish and I took what I could."
It all comes out quickly as they linger there on that edge. She still holds tightly to him, her chest rising and falling rapidly for a different reason as she pushes forward through her confession. "That doesn't matter now because I love Locke. A part of me always loved Locke, but I was too stupid and caught up in everything else to even recognize it for what it was. I hurt him because of that. I just want you to know that while I might love you... It isn't like that anymore and it hasn't been for some time." The Nightshade finally finishes, drawing in a shaky breath as she dares to look up at him, cheeks flushed as a wave of sheepishness washes over her.
"So... Yeah, I guess that would be nice." It would be a proper ending for this whole mess. At least in her eyes. With all of that said and done, Maeve reaches towards the dolphin, carefully wrapping her fingers around its fin and using it as leverage to slip onto its back.
Maeve
