My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Pieces start to click into place for her as Seren spoke, recounting their conversation, how wildly Locke swung from one thing to the other. His feelings all over the place, his reactions volatile, his whole frame of mind uncertain. A part of her wanted to laugh at how blind she'd been. How had she managed to miss all of that? Maeve often prided herself on her ability to read people and yet Locke was like an enigma. Still so hidden from her view.
"The Voice put out the fire at the Wren Society, yes. I- I understand that feeling. I was conflicted too. A part of me still is. Not about the Voice, but about the Ascended themselves. There are some who didn't even choose that path, but they will be punished all the same." Adam came to mind, knowing how unhappy he was with his new lot, but grateful to be alive all the same. How did you even come to terms with the fact that you could die because you were turned into something you didn't even choose to be? How could you be okay with hurting those people? It was a hard spot to be in.
I don't like brothels very much. Something he said during their first few encounters together. Her brows drew together, thinking back on their interactions. How vehement he was about the fact that she was more than just a whore, his aversion to kissing, the way he treated the girls. All of it suddenly sunk in and she drew in a sharp breath, dread filling the pit of her belly because she knew. She knew exactly what type of thing had to happen to a person to instill those things into them. She knew what kind of life he had to live. It was one that she'd lived herself. Sent off to the highest bidder at seventeen. Seren didn't have to divulge details, Maeve already knew.
"I think you're right, Seren. I- I think he's scared." Of her, of love, of losing what he holds the dear, the war, all of it. Maeve couldn't blame him and suddenly things were so much clearer to her.
She took another breath, looking to her friend once more, "Your mother called me to her a few nights back." Maeve began, unsure if Seren already knew the news or if she'd been too caught up in her own dealings to hear. "She appointed myself and Aurelia as the new rulers of Torchline."
"The Voice put out the fire at the Wren Society, yes. I- I understand that feeling. I was conflicted too. A part of me still is. Not about the Voice, but about the Ascended themselves. There are some who didn't even choose that path, but they will be punished all the same." Adam came to mind, knowing how unhappy he was with his new lot, but grateful to be alive all the same. How did you even come to terms with the fact that you could die because you were turned into something you didn't even choose to be? How could you be okay with hurting those people? It was a hard spot to be in.
I don't like brothels very much. Something he said during their first few encounters together. Her brows drew together, thinking back on their interactions. How vehement he was about the fact that she was more than just a whore, his aversion to kissing, the way he treated the girls. All of it suddenly sunk in and she drew in a sharp breath, dread filling the pit of her belly because she knew. She knew exactly what type of thing had to happen to a person to instill those things into them. She knew what kind of life he had to live. It was one that she'd lived herself. Sent off to the highest bidder at seventeen. Seren didn't have to divulge details, Maeve already knew.
"I think you're right, Seren. I- I think he's scared." Of her, of love, of losing what he holds the dear, the war, all of it. Maeve couldn't blame him and suddenly things were so much clearer to her.
She took another breath, looking to her friend once more, "Your mother called me to her a few nights back." Maeve began, unsure if Seren already knew the news or if she'd been too caught up in her own dealings to hear. "She appointed myself and Aurelia as the new rulers of Torchline."
Maeve
