Maeve
His words struck a cord somewhere deep in her chest. This thing she knew but hadn't truly had words for. The Nightshade nods her head again, drawing in another deep breath as her arms finally fell from around her waist, seeming to realize how tightly she was holding onto herself. "One can only hope." Came her simple reply, lips pressing into a thin line before she let her eyes find him once more, searching his face for that gentle understanding she heard in his voice.
"How's Cordelia doing? With the adjustment to your new path?" She asks softly, breaking the still silence that had settled around them once more, jade eyes seeming to hint at unknown knowledge as she met his gaze.
"How's Cordelia doing? With the adjustment to your new path?" She asks softly, breaking the still silence that had settled around them once more, jade eyes seeming to hint at unknown knowledge as she met his gaze.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
