Maeve
Had it been anyone else, they likely would have reacted for worse than Seren did. That was one of the things Maeve loved about her. She was so kind. More kind than some people ever really deserved. The Madame didn't hate her life. No, that wasn't it at all. There were moments she wished were different. She wished she knew her mother. She wished her father hadn't been a cruel drunk. She wished that she didn't have to fight tooth and nail to simply live, but she had no other choice than to do so because doing nothing simply meant death. Maeve wouldn't wish that on anyone. The fact that Seren had been spared such a fate brought her peace in all honesty.
"I hope so." She confirmed softly, turning to face her friend as she tugged her down into the flowers with her, slinging a loose arm over her waist. "I'm not alone, no. Promise you'll always be there for me, Seren. If you're able to..." It was a big promise to ask of her. Something that Maeve didn't ask lightly, but she yearned for the confirmation that no matter what, Seren would be there for her.
The Madame held out her pinky, the finger extended to the starchild as she waited for her to hook her own with it, intending to seal this promise in the most sacred of ways.
"I hope so." She confirmed softly, turning to face her friend as she tugged her down into the flowers with her, slinging a loose arm over her waist. "I'm not alone, no. Promise you'll always be there for me, Seren. If you're able to..." It was a big promise to ask of her. Something that Maeve didn't ask lightly, but she yearned for the confirmation that no matter what, Seren would be there for her.
The Madame held out her pinky, the finger extended to the starchild as she waited for her to hook her own with it, intending to seal this promise in the most sacred of ways.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
