Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
He does exactly what Maeve expects him to do. The first candle is lit traditionally, the flame flickering strongly as it casts a warm glow across the two of them, lending its light to the shrine. Carefully he places it down and she waits for his next move, already ready to act should she need to, but otherwise she waits. His eyes shut and he concentrates hard. Maeve doesn't look away for even a second, jade eyes trained on Edmund and the little ember he summons, watching it drift lazily through the air.
It lands on the wick and for a breath Maeve thinks that nothing has happened, but then the candle flares to life, flickering just as strongly as the other. Her smile is instantaneous as she meets his gaze, "Très bien, petite étoile!" The Nightshade praises, leaning over to scoop him into her arms, pressing kisses to his cheeks. Once she's satisfied, Maeve draws back, passing him a plate of cake and opening up the book to their marked page, setting it aside for the time being. Neither of them notices the way the words seem to move.
It lands on the wick and for a breath Maeve thinks that nothing has happened, but then the candle flares to life, flickering just as strongly as the other. Her smile is instantaneous as she meets his gaze, "Très bien, petite étoile!" The Nightshade praises, leaning over to scoop him into her arms, pressing kisses to his cheeks. Once she's satisfied, Maeve draws back, passing him a plate of cake and opening up the book to their marked page, setting it aside for the time being. Neither of them notices the way the words seem to move.
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
