"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
He doesn't soften for her and she doesn't really expect him to. Not anymore. Even if there is that lingering feeling of before. Those moments where it felt like they were more than they ever could be. She didn't want it really. Not with him. A desire for a partner and a family was merely rekindled because of their time together. Maeve sighed softly, rubbing Edmund's back as he started to fidget a bit, kicking his legs and waving his little fist in the air. "I see... Well, I'm glad that I got to see you. I didn't get to say goodbye." He likely didn't care and she should know better, but they're friends. They were before.
His eyes shift between her and Edmund, slipping over her shoulder to linger there before finally settling back on her all over again and Maeve resists the urge to look behind her, checking to see if anyone is lingering too close to them. No one is. They seem to avoid them, knowing better than to press into the Nightshade and the Flood's space, giving them a wide berth. The answer doesn't surprise her. It never does coming from him. Sunjata, a man whose life was one tragedy after another, drowning in the flood that he was meant to bring with him. "A lot of that going around these days." She murmurs, thoughts flickering to Locke, feeling that surge of pain all over again.
This must have been how he felt without Nate. Lost, alone, fucking drowning. Would she likely move on? At some point, maybe, but a part of her would always love him. Here or not. He pulls her from her thoughts with his offered congratulations on the birth of her son. Maeve snaps her eyes up to him, managing a small smile, catching Edmund's hand in hers. "Thank you... Jata, this is Edmund. Edmund, this is beastie."
His eyes shift between her and Edmund, slipping over her shoulder to linger there before finally settling back on her all over again and Maeve resists the urge to look behind her, checking to see if anyone is lingering too close to them. No one is. They seem to avoid them, knowing better than to press into the Nightshade and the Flood's space, giving them a wide berth. The answer doesn't surprise her. It never does coming from him. Sunjata, a man whose life was one tragedy after another, drowning in the flood that he was meant to bring with him. "A lot of that going around these days." She murmurs, thoughts flickering to Locke, feeling that surge of pain all over again.
This must have been how he felt without Nate. Lost, alone, fucking drowning. Would she likely move on? At some point, maybe, but a part of her would always love him. Here or not. He pulls her from her thoughts with his offered congratulations on the birth of her son. Maeve snaps her eyes up to him, managing a small smile, catching Edmund's hand in hers. "Thank you... Jata, this is Edmund. Edmund, this is beastie."
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