Maeve
A bitter laugh rises in her throat, choking her at the last second as it catches there, unable to escape in more than just a strangled sound. Aidon made a sound that almost mimicked that of his bonded, pressing closer to her in an attempt to comfort the Madame as she tried her best to reign in the emotion coursing through her, not wanting to overwhelm the little creature. "I might as well write letters addressed to the fire, Seren. She won't read them. She told me as much herself when she last saw me." It was pointless to try and convince herself otherwise. A desperate plea that would fall on deaf ears. There was nothing to be done for it, but she knew that she likely would anyway. A cruel act to place upon herself, knowing no letters would come back from the former queen who was hidden away in Halo, awaiting whatever fate was sure to find her.
Maeve let the girl pick up the pace, falling silent as the last of her tears dried in streaks on her cheeks, leaves rustling beneath their boots as they walked. She wasn't the one with the deadline to keep, but she knew it would be best if they finished this little outing before nightfall.
Maeve let the girl pick up the pace, falling silent as the last of her tears dried in streaks on her cheeks, leaves rustling beneath their boots as they walked. She wasn't the one with the deadline to keep, but she knew it would be best if they finished this little outing before nightfall.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
