I would fall from grace just to touch your face
The days since she'd last seen her son grew longer and longer, the Nightshade growing restless with them. Her demand for answers that seemed to never come making her all the more frustrated. The continent of Caido was large and with little aside from a letter to go off of, Maeve had no where to start lest she request the assistance of her goddess and comb the whole of the content herself.
Adjusting the stack of flyers in her arms, Maeve removes one, tacking it up onto the pillar that Dantalion is kneeling nearby, paying him little mind as she makes sure it is securely fastened to the wood. Her brows knit together as she studies the most recent picture of her son, heart squeezing painfully in her chest at how much like his father he looks now that he's grown older. She was hoping that his father's recklessness would have skipped Edmund, but it seems he fully inherited that from the man who gave her one of the most precious people in her life.
Drawing in a breath, the Nightshade rolls back her bare shoulders, not minding the balmy cool air that settles across her skin as the sun begins to set on the horizon. As if noticing the man on the deck for the first time, the Queen murmurs a soft, "Excuse me." Voice like honey as she slips around him, stepping over his splayed jacket and consequently his tail, heels clicking across the wood.
Adjusting the stack of flyers in her arms, Maeve removes one, tacking it up onto the pillar that Dantalion is kneeling nearby, paying him little mind as she makes sure it is securely fastened to the wood. Her brows knit together as she studies the most recent picture of her son, heart squeezing painfully in her chest at how much like his father he looks now that he's grown older. She was hoping that his father's recklessness would have skipped Edmund, but it seems he fully inherited that from the man who gave her one of the most precious people in her life.
Drawing in a breath, the Nightshade rolls back her bare shoulders, not minding the balmy cool air that settles across her skin as the sun begins to set on the horizon. As if noticing the man on the deck for the first time, the Queen murmurs a soft, "Excuse me." Voice like honey as she slips around him, stepping over his splayed jacket and consequently his tail, heels clicking across the wood.
Maeve
