Maeve
What were her plans? Maeve almost snorted. She didn't have plans. No goals. No deadlines. No pressing need to be. No, she had no plans at all.
Her shoulders lifted in a delicate shrug, lips parting momentarily as she wet them with her tongue, preparing to speak. "I don't know. Start over, I suppose." A new home. A new life. Maybe new friends. The Nightshade didn't know what the future held for her. If it held anything. Her children were in different regions, both too grown to really need her anymore, having struck out on their own.
Ruling didn't appeal to her as it did once before. It was better left to those who could handle the strain. Perhaps once she could have, but no longer did she have the steel in her spine to support such burdens. She was tired. Maeve didn't need to solve the problems of thousands. Didn't want to.
But that left a question of what she did want. Before all she had wanted was love. A family. She had that now with her two sons. Yet there was still an emptiness inside her. One that Harper used to fill until she let that slip away, too. This time she does huff a laugh, the sound unamused, her head dipping slightly. Funny how it always came back to that. A partner that could never stay. Either because of their own reasons or because of her. "I won't be returning to Torchline, though. I don't think at least."
Her shoulders lifted in a delicate shrug, lips parting momentarily as she wet them with her tongue, preparing to speak. "I don't know. Start over, I suppose." A new home. A new life. Maybe new friends. The Nightshade didn't know what the future held for her. If it held anything. Her children were in different regions, both too grown to really need her anymore, having struck out on their own.
Ruling didn't appeal to her as it did once before. It was better left to those who could handle the strain. Perhaps once she could have, but no longer did she have the steel in her spine to support such burdens. She was tired. Maeve didn't need to solve the problems of thousands. Didn't want to.
But that left a question of what she did want. Before all she had wanted was love. A family. She had that now with her two sons. Yet there was still an emptiness inside her. One that Harper used to fill until she let that slip away, too. This time she does huff a laugh, the sound unamused, her head dipping slightly. Funny how it always came back to that. A partner that could never stay. Either because of their own reasons or because of her. "I won't be returning to Torchline, though. I don't think at least."
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
