"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Sad, lost, confused... All of the things she doesn't let come out until it's late and she's alone. There are moments where they are further away, buried deep where they can't cloud her mind, chased away by whatever task is at hand for the day or by the presence of Aurelia. Except the Fireheart is gone too and she's left alone. Always alone. That's how she ends up. Alone, left behind, and put back up on the shelf until someone decides they have use for her all over again. That's always been her life and that will continue to be her life. A part of her knows this whether it's what she wants or not.
Maeve might be queen, the Nightshade, the Madame of the Halenani and a number of other things, but she would always be the second choice. A moment of exhilaration and pleasure, but ultimately nothing more aside from a means to an end.
Except, she hadn't only been that to Locke. It hadn't felt that way. He had wanted her. Maybe he still does. He said he would burn down all of Caido for her if it ever came to it. Promised her that he wouldn't leave. Said that he kept his promises. Such pretty words. Except that's all they were. Pretty words and empty promises.
Despite that, she comes here, looking for comfort and him. She only found one of the two. Maeve doesn't even realize she's sitting down until she's suddenly in the sand, knees drawn up and arms wrapped around the tops of them, jade eyes still distant as she looks at him. "I knew you were back... Jack came to see me. To talk about things. I- I wouldn't have minded if you did too."
Maeve might be queen, the Nightshade, the Madame of the Halenani and a number of other things, but she would always be the second choice. A moment of exhilaration and pleasure, but ultimately nothing more aside from a means to an end.
Except, she hadn't only been that to Locke. It hadn't felt that way. He had wanted her. Maybe he still does. He said he would burn down all of Caido for her if it ever came to it. Promised her that he wouldn't leave. Said that he kept his promises. Such pretty words. Except that's all they were. Pretty words and empty promises.
Despite that, she comes here, looking for comfort and him. She only found one of the two. Maeve doesn't even realize she's sitting down until she's suddenly in the sand, knees drawn up and arms wrapped around the tops of them, jade eyes still distant as she looks at him. "I knew you were back... Jack came to see me. To talk about things. I- I wouldn't have minded if you did too."
Maeve
