Maeve
Why would you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
A cage for your own bird?
Just him. Sunjata. A sensitive topic for her as well. Complicated feelings surround him and Maeve understood easily where Deimos is coming from. She took a breath, nodding slowly, looking over to meet his gaze for the span of a breath. "I know. I tried to help Atlas that night. I found Ru on the beach... I- I wanted to help her, but she pushed me away. She was afraid of what my connection to her might do to me." She murmured, telling him something that very few people were truly aware of and the feelings that still stirred in her chest at the thought of the Valkyrie. "As far as I'm concerned, neither of you are barred from the land. Aurelia is... I don't know where she is, but Torchline is in my care and as long you vow that you broke no ill will towards the land I will allow you back in the region."
Deimos belonged to Safrin just as she did and Maeve wanted him on her side. It was just smart. Maeve turned the stone over in her palm over and over, looking deep into the darkness as she waited for him to answer only to be greeted by a flash of fire, lighting up the inside of the cavern to reveal nothing but bones. She sent her stone following the flame, listening to the distant clatter and dull thud that followed, echoing up towards them before it fell quiet once more.
Deimos belonged to Safrin just as she did and Maeve wanted him on her side. It was just smart. Maeve turned the stone over in her palm over and over, looking deep into the darkness as she waited for him to answer only to be greeted by a flash of fire, lighting up the inside of the cavern to reveal nothing but bones. She sent her stone following the flame, listening to the distant clatter and dull thud that followed, echoing up towards them before it fell quiet once more.
When it sings so sweet
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
