Maeve
Whatever plans Hotaru have don't end here and are likely to grow more risky. Does the woman just see another source of pain when she looks at her? Something to be used against her? To hurt her? Maeve isn't sure, but she wouldn't be surprised. Even trying to soothe herself with that knowledge leaves a bitterness on her tongue that she doesn't know how to swallow. It isn't fair. None of it is and she wants to argue, to scream and shout, but whatever fight she has in her is slowly dying. Not even the admission that Hotaru had hoped to grow with her can rally it. Instead it only adds to the ache growing in her chest. Despite herself, she leans into Hotaru's touch, letting herself have this moment of comfort. "I'm not weak, Ru... I can defend myself."
She was learning. Didn't that count for something? She might not have magic or the ability to shift or anything like that, but she was learning to fight. The Madame wasn't helpless. Except they both knew that the chances of her surviving in a battle aren't good. The war is coming and Maeve isn't made for it. She isn't battle hardened like Hotaru. She's never taken a life. She's not even sure she is capable of it. As much as she hates to admit it, Hotaru is right about this. Maeve wouldn't last, but fuck if she wouldn't try, but that isn't even an option.
A sniffle leaves her as she squeezes her eyes shut, feeling so incredibly small and almost childish for the tears that slip down her cheeks as she stands in front of the former queen. "No one would have to know, Ru... We could keep it just between us." As if it makes a difference. It doesn't. She's making the suggestion in vain, but it doesn't stop her from saying it anyway. One last attempt. One last try to hold onto something that never could be. She loves Locke, it's true. He loves her too and he will take care of her. Hotaru can count on that much, but Maeve doesn't possess a heart so small that she can't harbor feelings for more than one. If only that person wanted her too.
She was learning. Didn't that count for something? She might not have magic or the ability to shift or anything like that, but she was learning to fight. The Madame wasn't helpless. Except they both knew that the chances of her surviving in a battle aren't good. The war is coming and Maeve isn't made for it. She isn't battle hardened like Hotaru. She's never taken a life. She's not even sure she is capable of it. As much as she hates to admit it, Hotaru is right about this. Maeve wouldn't last, but fuck if she wouldn't try, but that isn't even an option.
A sniffle leaves her as she squeezes her eyes shut, feeling so incredibly small and almost childish for the tears that slip down her cheeks as she stands in front of the former queen. "No one would have to know, Ru... We could keep it just between us." As if it makes a difference. It doesn't. She's making the suggestion in vain, but it doesn't stop her from saying it anyway. One last attempt. One last try to hold onto something that never could be. She loves Locke, it's true. He loves her too and he will take care of her. Hotaru can count on that much, but Maeve doesn't possess a heart so small that she can't harbor feelings for more than one. If only that person wanted her too.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
