"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
The Madame was more than familiar with Attuned and their ability to shift. As the raven slipped off the table opposite of her to be closer to the fire, shifting and growing into something more boy than man, the Madame didn't even blink. Her eyes were soft as she took in his appearance, a hum of consideration pushing past her lips, "They hate to do that, don't they? To consider what harm they might have caused with their actions? No one wants to look at the darkness in themselves. No one wants to fix it." There is a quiet bitterness to her words, something sharp and edged with pain, painting her usually gentle voice with something more vicious.
She stood, drifting towards a cart positioned against the wall, taking up one covered tray to bring over to the coffee table. Maeve set it down with a soft clatter before returning for the other, placing it beside the first, reaching over to remove the lids from the trays. Underneath the silver domes were full meals still steaming, the scent of cooked meats, potatoes, and vegetables filling the room. Something like a roast complete with gravy and fresh bread. The silent offer of food left for the boy to decide if he wanted to indulge or not.
Despite the invitation for food, Maeve didn't look at him, eyes drawn to the fire as her fingers drifted towards the choker around her neck. Made of moons and silver and onyx. So stark against the paleness of her skin. She inhaled sharply, removing it with fumbling fingers and tossing it onto the table as if it scalded her, letting it skid across the smooth surface of the wood. "Instead they lash out and push away as if that will solve the problem."
She stood, drifting towards a cart positioned against the wall, taking up one covered tray to bring over to the coffee table. Maeve set it down with a soft clatter before returning for the other, placing it beside the first, reaching over to remove the lids from the trays. Underneath the silver domes were full meals still steaming, the scent of cooked meats, potatoes, and vegetables filling the room. Something like a roast complete with gravy and fresh bread. The silent offer of food left for the boy to decide if he wanted to indulge or not.
Despite the invitation for food, Maeve didn't look at him, eyes drawn to the fire as her fingers drifted towards the choker around her neck. Made of moons and silver and onyx. So stark against the paleness of her skin. She inhaled sharply, removing it with fumbling fingers and tossing it onto the table as if it scalded her, letting it skid across the smooth surface of the wood. "Instead they lash out and push away as if that will solve the problem."
Maeve
