Maeve
"Yes, I think we're good in that department." Maeve murmurs, a shaky laugh bubbling past her lips as his own brush against her knuckles in a reassuring kiss that further eases the tightness in her gut that had been threatening to make her sick. It was a different concept to her. This easy communication. The way in which they both sat down and simply talked. It was more than the Nightshade could have ever hoped for in her life.
It happens slowly and then all at once. He takes the ring from her, shifting his fingers into the talons of his gore crow, finding the tip of one of the pads of his fingers and drawing a swell of ruby blood forth. It bleeds into the gem, infusing the ring once more and Maeve feels her own breath catch, watching with shining eyes as he tenderly takes her hand into his to slip it onto her finger.
Maeve has always been afraid of the water. Afraid of drowning. Of being overwhelmed in ways she can't even fathom. Water filling her lungs and blurring her vision. She thinks it might be like that. The feeling of the bond. Except it isn't like that at all. It's like slipping into the warmest bath after a long day. Muscles unwinding and tension melting away. The water cradling her body. That's what his love feels like. It feels like home. All of it is there waiting for her. I can hear you, my light. Maeve murmurs back into his mind and her own adoration rises like the waves crashing on the sandy shore of their coast to embrace him too.
It happens slowly and then all at once. He takes the ring from her, shifting his fingers into the talons of his gore crow, finding the tip of one of the pads of his fingers and drawing a swell of ruby blood forth. It bleeds into the gem, infusing the ring once more and Maeve feels her own breath catch, watching with shining eyes as he tenderly takes her hand into his to slip it onto her finger.
Maeve has always been afraid of the water. Afraid of drowning. Of being overwhelmed in ways she can't even fathom. Water filling her lungs and blurring her vision. She thinks it might be like that. The feeling of the bond. Except it isn't like that at all. It's like slipping into the warmest bath after a long day. Muscles unwinding and tension melting away. The water cradling her body. That's what his love feels like. It feels like home. All of it is there waiting for her. I can hear you, my light. Maeve murmurs back into his mind and her own adoration rises like the waves crashing on the sandy shore of their coast to embrace him too.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
