"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
He likely won't sleep, but to be fair, neither will she. Sleep was hard to come by before, but with Locke gone it's even more difficult. There is very little to help her into slumber these days. With the fact that she's not taking clients there isn't a way to physically wear herself out aside from training. Something she does, but not as often as before with Edmund to watch. Her stare of being is too twisted up to unwind and it's wrecking havoc in other parts of her life. This week it's her sleep. Next week it might be something else.
The Nightshade feels him tense, but then again, he already was. Her fingers trace over familiar notches in his spine and even more familiar scars, recalling a time she traced them with her lips. The thought comes despite herself, but it's quickly dismissed. Easy enough to do when the sole purpose is to comfort. No, the Flood isn't hers to entice and she knows better than to play that game anymore. Those feelings well behind her now. Even if she does occasionally miss the comfort that was being with him. Some things are better left alone. This was one of them.
"You were right." Maeve murmurs in agreement, drawing her hand away and instead drifting towards the door with Sunjata trailing behind her once more. "Yes, firewood. Then it's back home to get that one bathed and fed." She wrinkles her nose at the babe who coos back, offering a gummy smile as he wakes up a bit more, his free hand finding one of Sunjata's locks of hair and hanging onto it.
The Nightshade feels him tense, but then again, he already was. Her fingers trace over familiar notches in his spine and even more familiar scars, recalling a time she traced them with her lips. The thought comes despite herself, but it's quickly dismissed. Easy enough to do when the sole purpose is to comfort. No, the Flood isn't hers to entice and she knows better than to play that game anymore. Those feelings well behind her now. Even if she does occasionally miss the comfort that was being with him. Some things are better left alone. This was one of them.
"You were right." Maeve murmurs in agreement, drawing her hand away and instead drifting towards the door with Sunjata trailing behind her once more. "Yes, firewood. Then it's back home to get that one bathed and fed." She wrinkles her nose at the babe who coos back, offering a gummy smile as he wakes up a bit more, his free hand finding one of Sunjata's locks of hair and hanging onto it.
Maeve
