Maeve
Ah yes. The Nightshade had nearly forgotten about that part of Noah's punishment. Having spent most of her time shut away in the home he set up for her, the former queen wasn't current on the comings and goings of those residing in the Grounds. "I hope so as well. I know you miss Halo." She said quietly, voice nearly a whisper as she studied the statue before his next question caused her expression to shutter.
Swallowing thickly, Maeve stepped forward, giving him her back as she reached for one of the candles to light her own with. "No... I haven't been back since I came here. Edmund still goes there. Jude, too." But not her. Never her. The Nightshade wasn't sure when she'd return to the Court of Stars or her brothel to pack up the rest of her life. At this point she wasn't sure she wanted to. The memories almost too much to bear. "Deimos got married? How wonderful... I'm sorry you were unable to attend. Did Cordelia get to go on your behalf, at least?" Surely that would have been better than neither of them going, right?
The conversation shifted again and she let out a breath, shoulders easing slightly, "He should be. It isn't an easy feat to accomplish."
Swallowing thickly, Maeve stepped forward, giving him her back as she reached for one of the candles to light her own with. "No... I haven't been back since I came here. Edmund still goes there. Jude, too." But not her. Never her. The Nightshade wasn't sure when she'd return to the Court of Stars or her brothel to pack up the rest of her life. At this point she wasn't sure she wanted to. The memories almost too much to bear. "Deimos got married? How wonderful... I'm sorry you were unable to attend. Did Cordelia get to go on your behalf, at least?" Surely that would have been better than neither of them going, right?
The conversation shifted again and she let out a breath, shoulders easing slightly, "He should be. It isn't an easy feat to accomplish."
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
