Phoebe
Jude's had brushes against Maeve's as they pass and he laughs, as though it were a game. Phoebe however is more preoccupied with the sudden decay of her peaches. She supposed she would have to try again elsewhere.
But the sound of Maeve hitting the stone had her turning around quickly. The flash of blood was easy to see. And despite all that was between them, a look of concern crossed her expression. Even knowing that she was the cause of so much heartbreak in her life, Maeve had stepped in when Phoebe could not. She owed her much, and healing was perhaps a small step towards that. "Please, let me heal your wound your majesty." Phoebe said as she stood and turned to face her.
But the sound of Maeve hitting the stone had her turning around quickly. The flash of blood was easy to see. And despite all that was between them, a look of concern crossed her expression. Even knowing that she was the cause of so much heartbreak in her life, Maeve had stepped in when Phoebe could not. She owed her much, and healing was perhaps a small step towards that. "Please, let me heal your wound your majesty." Phoebe said as she stood and turned to face her.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
