Maeve
She knew that to be true of their goddess. Safrin, while careful of the Abandoned she allowed to bask in her light, wasn't unwilling to accept them. She'd done so with Aurelia and Jack. Why not her son? Maeve shifts in her seat, crossing her legs now that the tightness in her chest has finally eased, brows drawing together in thought. "I told him as much, too. I think he worries about making things harder for me..." Not that he ever could. There was nothing wrong with what he was. It was simply who he was. Maeve didn't love him any less. She never could.
Jade eyes track him as he moves, head tilting back a fraction to watch him when he finds home against the edge of the arm now, a soft hum of understanding pushing past her lips. "Did you know how to control your shifting? When you first discovered it?" Concerns for her son's safety and ability to control his emotions flares to life in the pit of her stomach, urging her to consider what this might mean now for his own wellbeing if he's unable.
Jade eyes track him as he moves, head tilting back a fraction to watch him when he finds home against the edge of the arm now, a soft hum of understanding pushing past her lips. "Did you know how to control your shifting? When you first discovered it?" Concerns for her son's safety and ability to control his emotions flares to life in the pit of her stomach, urging her to consider what this might mean now for his own wellbeing if he's unable.
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
