Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
Her expression is soft as she watches Edmund with the flowers, noting how carefully he places them, making little patterns using the different colored blooms. The reverence he has for her goddess already is staggering and Maeve has no doubt that he'd be a devoted follower, willing to do whatever the goddess asked of him. She can't help thinking how different his belief is compared to her own at his age. She'd already given up at that point, thinking they didn't care for her, that they wouldn't listen. How wrong she'd been.
It isn't until he comes skipping back to her that she's pulled from her thoughts, a smile spreading across her lips as she pats the empty space next to her, "How about you light our candles while I cut the cake, hm?" She suggests, placing two tealights on the blanket and taking out a sweet spice cake, slicing them each a piece.
It isn't until he comes skipping back to her that she's pulled from her thoughts, a smile spreading across her lips as she pats the empty space next to her, "How about you light our candles while I cut the cake, hm?" She suggests, placing two tealights on the blanket and taking out a sweet spice cake, slicing them each a piece.
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
