I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
It’s all a sharp and sudden turn of events. A cruel circumstance thrust upon her in her goddess’s shrine and that just somehow makes it worse. It seems that Safrin, though not here presently, doesn’t take kindly to Phoebe’s attempts at offerings and makes that much clear. It’s enough of a distraction that she’s kept from snagging at her child’s hand as he passes and as such is sent stumbling backwards, elbow scraping harshly against jagged stone, causing new pain to bloom through her already frayed nerves.
Your majesty. The formality slips past Phoebe’s lips again and Maeve can’t stand to hear it. She hisses out a breath, finding her feet and pressing her palm against the wound in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. ”Would you stop calling me that? I don’t have the stomach for your fake niceties.” The Nightshade practically spits, venom as deadly as her namesake coating her words as she glares at the other woman, shaking her head. ”We both know that’s not what you really wish to call me.” Homewrecker, adulteress, and seductress all come to the forefront of her mind and she knows that the thought has crossed the demigod’s too.
Your majesty. The formality slips past Phoebe’s lips again and Maeve can’t stand to hear it. She hisses out a breath, finding her feet and pressing her palm against the wound in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. ”Would you stop calling me that? I don’t have the stomach for your fake niceties.” The Nightshade practically spits, venom as deadly as her namesake coating her words as she glares at the other woman, shaking her head. ”We both know that’s not what you really wish to call me.” Homewrecker, adulteress, and seductress all come to the forefront of her mind and she knows that the thought has crossed the demigod’s too.
Maeve
