"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
"I'm glad to hear it. That you're getting settled." As settled as someone like him can be. Which clearly, isn't all that settled, but they're trying. It's all that can be said for it. Maeve licks her lips, quiet for a moment as Sunjata leans in only to be seized by Edmund, unable to straighten back up to his full height. Which puts them at an impasse. She needs to shop and he does too, but they aren't getting anywhere with him still holding onto Sunjata's shirt.
Edmund looks up at him with wide blue eyes, the faintest flecks of gray in them, reminiscent of the same one in his mother's eyes, black curls thick and falling across his forehead. He gives him a gummy smile, cooing and babbling as he kicks his legs, holding on tightly to the Flood's person. "I'm getting some things for our home. His nursery. We... I haven't been able to finish it yet." They were working on it together, but Locke was gone and she was left to do it herself while taking care of Torchline. Just as he had been.
Finally, Maeve sighs, getting Edmund out of the sling and settling him in Sunjata's arms. "Support his back. He can hold up his head on his own now." Edmund fusses at first, having to loose his grip on Sunjata, but as soon as he's in the Flood's arms he settles. A small hand reaching for the loose strands of hair that fall towards Sunjata's forehead. "He would have screamed if I tried to pull him away. I think he-" She pauses, taking a deep breath, "I think he misses Locke... And I don't know how to help him understand that he's gone."
Edmund looks up at him with wide blue eyes, the faintest flecks of gray in them, reminiscent of the same one in his mother's eyes, black curls thick and falling across his forehead. He gives him a gummy smile, cooing and babbling as he kicks his legs, holding on tightly to the Flood's person. "I'm getting some things for our home. His nursery. We... I haven't been able to finish it yet." They were working on it together, but Locke was gone and she was left to do it herself while taking care of Torchline. Just as he had been.
Finally, Maeve sighs, getting Edmund out of the sling and settling him in Sunjata's arms. "Support his back. He can hold up his head on his own now." Edmund fusses at first, having to loose his grip on Sunjata, but as soon as he's in the Flood's arms he settles. A small hand reaching for the loose strands of hair that fall towards Sunjata's forehead. "He would have screamed if I tried to pull him away. I think he-" She pauses, taking a deep breath, "I think he misses Locke... And I don't know how to help him understand that he's gone."
Maeve
