Maeve
Daybreak spreads over Torchline, falling across the still smoldering Slagveld and bathing the beach where onlookers linger in warmth, signaling the start of another sweltering day. Maeve isn't entirely sure how long she's been awake by the time she drags herself back to Locke's, entire body feeling heavy as she pauses to toe off her boots, but not having the energy to do much else. There is still soot on her skin, tear tracks cutting sharp trails through the black tinge on her cheeks and the blood on her hands has dried to a rusty dark brown to match what covers the entirety of her front. Feeling as if she's moving through molasses, Maeve drifts through the small apartment towards the backroom that holds their bed, peeking her head inside to see if Locke is waiting for her in bed.
There isn't much going through her mind, too tired to think that he could possibly be anywhere else but here. When bloodshot eyes settle on an empty bed there is a sudden wave of fear, strong enough to make her sway on her feet even as she braces herself against the doorframe. He wouldn't have been there, right? He couldn't have been. Maeve knows Ru wouldn't have started the fire if people had been inside. This hadn't been about harming innocents. She knows that in her gut even if she hasn't had the chance to talk to the former queen before she disappeared into the last dregs of night. Maeve will find her later.
Right now her concern for Locke pushes her from the bedroom back to the main living area as she tries to work out a plan. He could be looking for her too. If she leaves they might spend all day going around in circles. Perhaps it would be best just to stay put. Yes, that sounds smart. Isn't there something about not moving when you're lost? She thinks there is. It's with that thought that she sinks onto the couch, tucking herself into the corner with a bone weary sigh, eyes on the door. She'll just wait for him. He'll come back eventually. Maeve doesn't let herself think otherwise even as her eyes grow heavy. It's only moments before she's asleep.
There isn't much going through her mind, too tired to think that he could possibly be anywhere else but here. When bloodshot eyes settle on an empty bed there is a sudden wave of fear, strong enough to make her sway on her feet even as she braces herself against the doorframe. He wouldn't have been there, right? He couldn't have been. Maeve knows Ru wouldn't have started the fire if people had been inside. This hadn't been about harming innocents. She knows that in her gut even if she hasn't had the chance to talk to the former queen before she disappeared into the last dregs of night. Maeve will find her later.
Right now her concern for Locke pushes her from the bedroom back to the main living area as she tries to work out a plan. He could be looking for her too. If she leaves they might spend all day going around in circles. Perhaps it would be best just to stay put. Yes, that sounds smart. Isn't there something about not moving when you're lost? She thinks there is. It's with that thought that she sinks onto the couch, tucking herself into the corner with a bone weary sigh, eyes on the door. She'll just wait for him. He'll come back eventually. Maeve doesn't let herself think otherwise even as her eyes grow heavy. It's only moments before she's asleep.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
