@flightsofdevilslestat continued from [ x ] - ☣ - To what deity does a goddess in her own right pray for help? Which demi-god, or celestial being would even accept such worship from someone who’d garnered her own acolytes for ages? Maeve wished she knew. She wished she had someone out there who would hear her plea and aide her in some way. Yet even then she had no idea how that would be. What could be done? Fate, and her strange fae nature had sealed her in this situation. The very thing she’d hoped for. The very thing she’d longed for. It was her’s, and yet--- it was heartbreaking. An immortal child. A being of pure power and grace to match it’s mother. Birthed and baptized in the waters of the UnSeelie realm. She’d grow, she’d change, but slowly. And then she’d all but stop aging for centuries! The Queen had wanted nothing more for as long as she’d bore children. For as long as she’d been forced to watch them live and die in a blink of an eye. This babe, a perfect hybrid, had been born unto her at least. Yet rejoicing hadn’t been at the forefront of the mother’s mind. A pregnancy now was too hard to explain. Maeve was horrified. Horrified and scared in a way she’d never known before. Ever since the moment she’d known the truth. Known that she was carrying a child by a man who should never be able to father one, the fae had feared rejection. Her own magic- her power- the very thing that makes her what she is had secured life from his seed. Though how would a being such as he ever believe that? It was tantamount to a miracle. Something worthy of one’s mystical texts. But if he didn’t trust in her, then she’d be broken from now on. There was no way she could risk it. The queen wouldn’t have been able to continue to carry a child that forever cost her the only love she held in her heart. It would crush her. His abject disgust. His anger. It would have torn her asunder, and left her reeling from loss as the life within withered like the vegetation of her increasingly cold growing court. No music, no laughter, no lush gardens would have grown. Her people would abandon her. Losing faith in a fallen queen. For everyone’s sake she did the unthinkable. She left the man she loved. Knowing it was better to be able to think him carrying on in his eccentric fashion without her, than to be burned heart and soul by his fiery temper. However, as the days seemed to stretch on, and the loss of him wore away a hole so deep inside her that she feared she’d fall into it and drown in the pain, Maeve knew she needed to return. Words left unsaid had begun to grow a bitter taste in her mouth. And every day their wee bairn looked more and more like her father. It was enough to bring the queen to tears on a daily basis. Maeve had never been good with being alone. She always ached for companionship- for love. Yet she’d never ached in quite this fashion before. Not even after Fergus’ death did she morn the loss of a love like she did Lestat’s. So, it was for this she found herself at the sealed portal to the mortal realm once more. A place she’d taken to using instead of shifting the veil so as to give him a touch stone of sorts. A place he could come to say his goodbyes, and await her greetings. A place she was certain would be abandoned on the other side. How long had he waited before he moved on? How long had he looked for her in the face of every passing blonde before he gave up, and found himself a new lover to fill his long nights? She swallowed a lump in her throat, settled a stirring sleepy babe back upon her shoulder, and stepped through the gateway. A rush of cold, and the sound akin to a swarm of bees, then she’s on the other side. It’s easier now that she’s in this realm to simply sift from one place to the next, and so this time when she enters the fade, only a few veils are pulled back, allowing her to move among them and towards her destination with a speed no human could comprehend. A moment later Maeve, Queen of the UnSeelie, stood before a darkened manor, with not a single sign of life within. She hesitates, heart in her throat, before she makes her way slowly inside.
