"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Her fury was a beautiful thing. Like the monsoons that crashed against their shores every Flowerbirth. Capable of sinking ships and leveling beaches and crumbling cliffs, but still bringing the rain they desperately needed before Longheat and new growth to the jungle. It all depended on the side that you were on. Harper? Harper is swept up into her embrace and Maeve doesn't release him. She would burn the world down for him. Fell any enemy that threatened their peace. Their family. That much would never change.
Her lips whisper across his skin. Pressing barely there kisses to his forehead, cheeks, eyelids, nose, and finally his lips. Shushing his worries with tender kisses against chapped lips, hands cupping his cheeks, uncaring of the cold that nips at her finger tips that slowly grow numb. Even as anger heats her chest, sitting heavy like an ember, constricting around her heart at the thought of someone else with their baby. Jude might not be hers by blood, but he was hers. She had raised him for a year. Fed him, bathed him, clothed him, and soothed him when he cried. No one would ever be able to replace what she was. Who she was to him.
"We'll figure it out. The Court is close. We'll create a schedule." All pretty in thought, but practice was something else. Maeve wasn't sure they could do it cordially. She would try, though. For him. For Jude. Should Phoebe step out of line, however? Should she try to take Jude or come between her and Harper? Then the Nightshade wouldn't be held responsible for the steps that she took to protect her family at that point. "You.. You won't be staying there, will you?"
Her lips whisper across his skin. Pressing barely there kisses to his forehead, cheeks, eyelids, nose, and finally his lips. Shushing his worries with tender kisses against chapped lips, hands cupping his cheeks, uncaring of the cold that nips at her finger tips that slowly grow numb. Even as anger heats her chest, sitting heavy like an ember, constricting around her heart at the thought of someone else with their baby. Jude might not be hers by blood, but he was hers. She had raised him for a year. Fed him, bathed him, clothed him, and soothed him when he cried. No one would ever be able to replace what she was. Who she was to him.
"We'll figure it out. The Court is close. We'll create a schedule." All pretty in thought, but practice was something else. Maeve wasn't sure they could do it cordially. She would try, though. For him. For Jude. Should Phoebe step out of line, however? Should she try to take Jude or come between her and Harper? Then the Nightshade wouldn't be held responsible for the steps that she took to protect her family at that point. "You.. You won't be staying there, will you?"
Maeve
