Maeve
She would expect no less of a response from the Forsaken. If there was one thing she knew about Noah, it was how highly he held his wife, unwavering in his love and support. What a lucky woman Cordelia was. The thought is almost bitter, but she catches herself before it can shift so sourly. Offering him a soft smile in response, Maeve lets out a soft breath, nodding her head. "Of course. I would expect nothing less of a woman you chose to swear yourself to." The Nightshade murmurs, taking a step back from the statue of Vi and turning back towards him.
"Would you mind walking me home?" Upon his agreement, both the Forsaken and the Nightshade exit the temple together, returning to her small cottage on the edge of town and away from prying eyes once more.
~FIN <3~
"Would you mind walking me home?" Upon his agreement, both the Forsaken and the Nightshade exit the temple together, returning to her small cottage on the edge of town and away from prying eyes once more.
~FIN <3~
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
