Phoebe
A younger Phoebe would have flinched under Maeve's bite, but not as she was now. She stood tall, unwavering, one hand on Jude's tummy, the other at her side. She was quiet for a long while, Maeve's words seeming to echo in the cavernous shrine. Finally Phoebe looked down at Jude, who was oblivious to the tension in the air. She stared at him a moment before raising her gaze to the Nightshade once more.
"It is hard not to think bad things about you in regards to Harper. That it has been a year and not hours...it's difficult to come to terms with." the Nightingale said. "But you were a mother to my son when I couldn't be. And that will always be more important than anything else." she said resolutely. Her personal feelings did not overshadow what Maeve had done for her son. For that she was more than grateful.
"It is hard not to think bad things about you in regards to Harper. That it has been a year and not hours...it's difficult to come to terms with." the Nightingale said. "But you were a mother to my son when I couldn't be. And that will always be more important than anything else." she said resolutely. Her personal feelings did not overshadow what Maeve had done for her son. For that she was more than grateful.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
