Maeve
He doesn't respond to anything. He barely moves. Barely even breathes. She's left waiting, searching his gaze for anything, but it's blank like he's not even there anymore. Maeve's eyes drop to the table, the sound of the pendant against wood loud in the quiet of the little apartment, threatening to deafen her. His words are even louder despite how evenly he says them. They crash into her, cracking the precariously built dam that's meant to hold her emotions at bay, releasing them in a flood that causes her to inhale sharply.
Hurt contorts her features, pooling tears in seaglass eyes that reflect her confusion, trying so desperately to understand what has just happened. "What do you mean?" Who else could need her more? Didn't he say she was his everything? That he'd burn all of Caido for her? That he loved her? How could he not need her when they idea of not having him makes her feel like she can barely breathe. Her voice trembles traitorously, giving away the slipping hold she has on everything as shaky fingers extend to pick up the pendant, gripping it so hard it might shatter had it not been blessed by Safrin herself.
Hurt contorts her features, pooling tears in seaglass eyes that reflect her confusion, trying so desperately to understand what has just happened. "What do you mean?" Who else could need her more? Didn't he say she was his everything? That he'd burn all of Caido for her? That he loved her? How could he not need her when they idea of not having him makes her feel like she can barely breathe. Her voice trembles traitorously, giving away the slipping hold she has on everything as shaky fingers extend to pick up the pendant, gripping it so hard it might shatter had it not been blessed by Safrin herself.
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
