My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
"I'm not the best cook, starlight. I suppose we could try to learn together, hm? It can't be too hard." The last time she'd cooked was the night Locke told her to get out. The night their world broke into two. The Nightshade hadn't been tempted to try it again, but if that's what her son wanted then she'd just have to give it a go. That's all there was to it.
Maeve quickly shakes her head, managing a small smile for him, "I'm alright. No need to worry." And she was. This wasn't a lie. Even if there was an ache in her chest and a chill in her bones. It didn't matter. She was okay. She would be okay. Eventually. Maeve watches with keen eyes as he excitedly tears into the package. Still somehow managing some restraint. Her lips twitch into another smile. Leave it to her son to be one of the few children in Caido who doesn't open gifts like a person possessed.
Nestled inside of the box is a simple gold chain. On the end of the chain is a small daisy pendant. It's a bit worn, no longer shiny in places, nicked and scratched in others. "It was your Papa's. He used to wear it all the time, but the night you were born he decided it was yours." Maeve moves to help him, gently picking up the necklace and slipping it around his neck, fastening the clasp before letting it hang freely.
Maeve quickly shakes her head, managing a small smile for him, "I'm alright. No need to worry." And she was. This wasn't a lie. Even if there was an ache in her chest and a chill in her bones. It didn't matter. She was okay. She would be okay. Eventually. Maeve watches with keen eyes as he excitedly tears into the package. Still somehow managing some restraint. Her lips twitch into another smile. Leave it to her son to be one of the few children in Caido who doesn't open gifts like a person possessed.
Nestled inside of the box is a simple gold chain. On the end of the chain is a small daisy pendant. It's a bit worn, no longer shiny in places, nicked and scratched in others. "It was your Papa's. He used to wear it all the time, but the night you were born he decided it was yours." Maeve moves to help him, gently picking up the necklace and slipping it around his neck, fastening the clasp before letting it hang freely.
Maeve
