Maeve
It had been a couple of days since the letter and gift from Sah arrived. Something that was far from Maeve's mind after she sent her response. The Nightshade was going to talk to him when he brought the twins to Torchline for a visit. Tell him that nothing else was going to happen between them, but she doesn't get that far because when she comes back it's to Harper at the table.
The warmth that had been living in her bones for the last season, delicately grown there from Harper's attentions, is suddenly gone in the span of a second. The serious set of his shoulders and the furrow between his brows is the first sign that something is wrong, but its's the flower in his hand that gives it away. Her smile fades and worry settles in her gut, twisting it to unmanageable knots and the Nightshade sucks in a sharp breath as Harper begins to speak.
No, of course he wouldn't have read her personal mail. He doesn't do that. He's not the untrusting type. He's loyal. Good. So fucking good. And Maeve? Maeve is undeserving of that. Of him. Of his loyalty, patience, and love. Otherwise she would have told him about Sah. About what had been happening before he came to stay with her. It had only been a kiss. A few mutual training sessions. She'd watched the twins. That was all. Yet she hadn't told him.
Maeve gives herself a moment, carefully placing the stack of papers and ship logs she brought with her to look over onto the counter, trying to push the swell of emotions down lest it overwhelm her. The blood ring she was planning to give him burns in her pocket, feeling like lead, weighing her shoulders down as she slowly approaches the table. The scrape of the chair legs are loud against the wooden floor, making her wince as she sits down in front of him, "It was before you came to stay with me." It's the first thing she manages, voice already wavering, accent thicker on her words.
"I already wrote back to him. Told him we needed to talk." Hesitantly her hand reaches across the table, needing to touch him desperately, wanting to know he's still here for her. The tips of her fingers brush over his knuckles, testing the waters, "I'm not letting things go further, Harper. I don't want to. Not- not with him."
The warmth that had been living in her bones for the last season, delicately grown there from Harper's attentions, is suddenly gone in the span of a second. The serious set of his shoulders and the furrow between his brows is the first sign that something is wrong, but its's the flower in his hand that gives it away. Her smile fades and worry settles in her gut, twisting it to unmanageable knots and the Nightshade sucks in a sharp breath as Harper begins to speak.
No, of course he wouldn't have read her personal mail. He doesn't do that. He's not the untrusting type. He's loyal. Good. So fucking good. And Maeve? Maeve is undeserving of that. Of him. Of his loyalty, patience, and love. Otherwise she would have told him about Sah. About what had been happening before he came to stay with her. It had only been a kiss. A few mutual training sessions. She'd watched the twins. That was all. Yet she hadn't told him.
Maeve gives herself a moment, carefully placing the stack of papers and ship logs she brought with her to look over onto the counter, trying to push the swell of emotions down lest it overwhelm her. The blood ring she was planning to give him burns in her pocket, feeling like lead, weighing her shoulders down as she slowly approaches the table. The scrape of the chair legs are loud against the wooden floor, making her wince as she sits down in front of him, "It was before you came to stay with me." It's the first thing she manages, voice already wavering, accent thicker on her words.
"I already wrote back to him. Told him we needed to talk." Hesitantly her hand reaches across the table, needing to touch him desperately, wanting to know he's still here for her. The tips of her fingers brush over his knuckles, testing the waters, "I'm not letting things go further, Harper. I don't want to. Not- not with him."
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
