{SE} cause you said forever

Maeve

We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter

Deep down Maeve knew it was never because of them. Of her and Edmund. That if he left it was because of the pressure. Of the fear. They'd done this so many times now that she knew that was likely the case. Still, it didn't take away the hurt of him leaving her. Leaving their son. She's quiet for a few breaths, simply drinking him in, jade eyes searching hazel as she holds onto his shoulders. "I know... I know that. He tried his best to understand." And she had too. Even if there was a bit of resentment for being left alone when all she ever wanted was the opposite.

Maeve sighs softly, reaching up to cup his cheek again, encouraging him to look at her as something utterly open and earnest settles on her features. "Locke... There is so much good in you. Even though you don't see it. He has that same good. He cares for people deeply, he's protective, he's playful and mischievous. He gets all of that from you." The Nightshade murmurs, rising up on her tiptoes to press her forehead against his, holding him there as if she could force him to feel that all of it was true.

Pulling back at his question to look at him once more, Maeve shakes her head, "Not now. He's back at home, sleeping. Soon though. I want to talk to him first. Explain things and prepare him, but soon," Tomorrow even. She just needed a little bit of time with him first.

What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?