Maeve
She nodded her understanding, "I'm sure she will give them your love." The Nightshade murmured, eyes still fixed on the candles, watching the flames dance lazily. "The twins are doing well, yes? They seem to be growing like weeds." Not that she saw much of them, of course. She just remembered how it was to have a child at that age. How they seemed to change over night. The thought of both Jude and Edmund made her heart squeeze.
They were and always would be, the best parts of her.
Not missing the question, Maeve rolled her shoulders, turning back to look at him squarely in the eye. "He's doing well. Finally adjusted to all of the changes." With her help. He'd been terrified of the new bloodlust, unsure of how to handle it, fearing what it could mean for him. Maeve, as always, was there to guide him. "Comes to see me once a week, too." She felt herself nodding again, eyes looking somewhere over his shoulder now, almost glazed as her thoughts seemed caught elsewhere. "I wouldn't dream of ever stopping."
They were and always would be, the best parts of her.
Not missing the question, Maeve rolled her shoulders, turning back to look at him squarely in the eye. "He's doing well. Finally adjusted to all of the changes." With her help. He'd been terrified of the new bloodlust, unsure of how to handle it, fearing what it could mean for him. Maeve, as always, was there to guide him. "Comes to see me once a week, too." She felt herself nodding again, eyes looking somewhere over his shoulder now, almost glazed as her thoughts seemed caught elsewhere. "I wouldn't dream of ever stopping."
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
