Maeve
She feels tears sting the corners of her eyes. Sudden and unwanted. Her hands come up to hold the sides of his face, letting out an almost pained sound as she gazes down at her son. "Oh, my darling little prince... I promise I will come back." Maeve murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead, squeezing her eyes shut against the tears even as the begin to roll hotly down her cheeks. They stay like that for a long moment before she draws back, heart hammering against her ribs as she gazes down at her son, realizing just how beyond his years he already is.
"If you want to be older... The oldest you can be is sixteen. Any older and Safrin won't be able to whisk you away should something happen." It's a compromise. She can't bear to give him any more than that. Hopefully he'll understand.
"If you want to be older... The oldest you can be is sixteen. Any older and Safrin won't be able to whisk you away should something happen." It's a compromise. She can't bear to give him any more than that. Hopefully he'll understand.
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
