how i wonder what you are

Maeve

For all of his strength, there is a fragility to the Lullaby that Maeve sees for perhaps one of the first times. She's quiet, waiting with bated breath, pulse pounding in her ears so loudly she fears she might go deaf from it. Finally, he speaks and the tension that's holding her so tightly like a marionette on a string loosens. He takes her hand, thumb tracing a line across her palm and her emotions are an open book for him to read as he likes. The honesty of her words are a flash of bright red, blinding and bleeding across everything else, but concern is an dark navy undercurrent that swirls through the rest in inky clouds.

"Do others know?" She whispers, afraid that if she spoke too loudly someone else might hear her. That the trees would still this secret and share it with those they desperately need to keep it from. Her eyes hold his, brows knitting so a little line forms between them, worry marring her pretty features as she looks up at him. "I understand... I won't tell anyone what it does and should someone try to take it... I- I'll kill them myself, Remi. I swear it." Maybe she could have Safrin put in a failsafe, keeping it for working for those who aren't followers of her. It was worth asking. If this ended up doing what they thought it would.

'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater