"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
They’re both touch starved and stupid. Neither of them willing to admit that they’re fucking themselves over by indulging in this contact. She just wants a little bit more. She just needs this a little longer. Maeve thrives on touch. It’s her entire job. Aside from leading Torchline. It’s how she makes her living. This is the longest she’s gone without that constant comfort. The last person to properly touch her was Jack aside from the few hugs received from Aurelia and Remi. None of it was enough.
The Nightshade draws in a soft breath, leaning more heavily against his chest, enjoying the way the calluses of his palms smooth over the round curve of her belly. Their baby squirms and kicks and presses against his touch, seeming to follow it wherever it goes, just as needy as their mother. ”I don’t care if I have to do it every day. I’ll do it happily because it’ll be them.” They’re worth anything and everything she has to go through. A small smile tugs at her lips and she lets her head drop against his shoulder.
”I do too. It just seems fitting to me.” This was her star. Their star. Safrin might have made the galaxies that swirled above them, but they made this. Their baby. Their star. ”I like those too. I just wanted them to have a name they would be proud of. My father never cared to remember mine. I didn’t have a real name until I picked one myself. I want them to love their name. To be proud of who they are.” She draws in a breath, willing the tight feeling in her chest to ease, eyes lifting to the sky as she exhales slowly. ”Yeah, it is, but I’m excited too.”
Maeve clears her throat, ”I saw Safrin again. I talked with her about wanting to protect them. She… She gave me another quest, but it’s much more complicated than the last. I need things from different types of people. A protector, illusionist, murderer, healer, and some others. I’ve gotten help with a few, but there is a lot left to do. One I don’t even know where to start with. I mean, I know I know people who’ve killed other people, but how do you just bring that up?” She’s rambling a bit, but it’s the one part of her quest that has her stumped.
The Nightshade draws in a soft breath, leaning more heavily against his chest, enjoying the way the calluses of his palms smooth over the round curve of her belly. Their baby squirms and kicks and presses against his touch, seeming to follow it wherever it goes, just as needy as their mother. ”I don’t care if I have to do it every day. I’ll do it happily because it’ll be them.” They’re worth anything and everything she has to go through. A small smile tugs at her lips and she lets her head drop against his shoulder.
”I do too. It just seems fitting to me.” This was her star. Their star. Safrin might have made the galaxies that swirled above them, but they made this. Their baby. Their star. ”I like those too. I just wanted them to have a name they would be proud of. My father never cared to remember mine. I didn’t have a real name until I picked one myself. I want them to love their name. To be proud of who they are.” She draws in a breath, willing the tight feeling in her chest to ease, eyes lifting to the sky as she exhales slowly. ”Yeah, it is, but I’m excited too.”
Maeve clears her throat, ”I saw Safrin again. I talked with her about wanting to protect them. She… She gave me another quest, but it’s much more complicated than the last. I need things from different types of people. A protector, illusionist, murderer, healer, and some others. I’ve gotten help with a few, but there is a lot left to do. One I don’t even know where to start with. I mean, I know I know people who’ve killed other people, but how do you just bring that up?” She’s rambling a bit, but it’s the one part of her quest that has her stumped.
Maeve
