My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Whatever concern she has for her son being upset with her melts away as he shifts in her lap, pressing a kiss against her cheek and she gives him a little squeeze, hugging him close to her. "I'm sorry I didn't get to speak with you before, little star. C'est la vie. We don't always get to do things according to plan." Maeve murmurs, rubbing his back gently before her fingers are back in his curls, brushing them away from his face.
Her heart squeezes at his words and the Nightshade sighs softly, "I felt a lot of different things when I saw him again too. Part of me was angry, but I was happy too. It's okay to feel all of those things, though." Maeve explains, fingers still brushing through his hair, marveling at the softness of his curls as they slipped through her fingers. "I missed him too. I missed him so much that sometimes I didn't know how to breathe. Feelings can do that. They can be so big that we just don't even know what to do with them."
The Nightshade draws back to look at her son, cupping his cheeks as she meets his gray eyes, thinking that they look like the stars that litter the sky above Torchline. Her thumbs smooth across his cheeks as she cradles his face, "We'll both go look for him if it ever happens again. I don't think your papa will let it though. I think he'll be with us forever if he can."
Her heart squeezes at his words and the Nightshade sighs softly, "I felt a lot of different things when I saw him again too. Part of me was angry, but I was happy too. It's okay to feel all of those things, though." Maeve explains, fingers still brushing through his hair, marveling at the softness of his curls as they slipped through her fingers. "I missed him too. I missed him so much that sometimes I didn't know how to breathe. Feelings can do that. They can be so big that we just don't even know what to do with them."
The Nightshade draws back to look at her son, cupping his cheeks as she meets his gray eyes, thinking that they look like the stars that litter the sky above Torchline. Her thumbs smooth across his cheeks as she cradles his face, "We'll both go look for him if it ever happens again. I don't think your papa will let it though. I think he'll be with us forever if he can."
Maeve
