SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Seren arched a brow at the title, and even more at the blush. Maeve was rarely bashful, and she wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing. Would romancing a co-ruler be of hindrance or aid when it came to governing the region? Seren wished she could be only happy for her friend, but given the recent disappearance of Locke, the tension with Halo, the situation with Hotaru and a slew of other things... she sort of wished Maeve would stick to thinking with her head, rather than the heart in this instance.
"It means a lot to you, that Mother asked you. Doesn't it." She chose to focus on the one aspect of this that did not give her a headache, and managed a soft smile that neatly covered the desire to groan and bury her head in a pillow. "You really love her?"
As her legs began to cramp, the young woman gingerly scooted Maeve down from her lap, so that they could sit close together rather than piled in a heap. Kicking off her shoes, Seren pulled them up under herself and looked around for something to drink - more to have an object to occupy her hands with than due to thirst.
"I hope I can leave the diplomacy between them to you. I'd try, but since both of them see me as a nosy child meddling where I don't belong, I doubt I can do much." The slight bite in her voice expressed plenty of frustration with this - like every young person ever, who had to dive into situations bigger than their years. "Besides... I've got some things going on at home that I need to look into." Scowling at a decanter, she tried to determine without reaching for it whether it contained wine or something... else.
"It means a lot to you, that Mother asked you. Doesn't it." She chose to focus on the one aspect of this that did not give her a headache, and managed a soft smile that neatly covered the desire to groan and bury her head in a pillow. "You really love her?"
As her legs began to cramp, the young woman gingerly scooted Maeve down from her lap, so that they could sit close together rather than piled in a heap. Kicking off her shoes, Seren pulled them up under herself and looked around for something to drink - more to have an object to occupy her hands with than due to thirst.
"I hope I can leave the diplomacy between them to you. I'd try, but since both of them see me as a nosy child meddling where I don't belong, I doubt I can do much." The slight bite in her voice expressed plenty of frustration with this - like every young person ever, who had to dive into situations bigger than their years. "Besides... I've got some things going on at home that I need to look into." Scowling at a decanter, she tried to determine without reaching for it whether it contained wine or something... else.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
