Drabbed || @darkhearthorns @xseen2muchx & @deepseawarlock
Trinity watched the girl that her godson had brought to her, her translucent eyes watchful. She knew that Maverick hadn’t brought the girl because he wanted her approval. Trinity wasn’t the kind to have a single bad thought about anyone. If she could tell that Alexandra loved the young Fae king, she would approve. And seeing as she hadn’t even known about the fae, not really anyway, it didn’t seem like she had any designs on taking power. Though she had seemed concerned when Maverick had said that he was going back.
One of the things about being very old and stuck in one place was that you didn’t have a great deal of entertainment, so when people came, you tended to listen in. Which is what he had done, even though she knew it was rude when Alexandra had pulled Maverick to the side when he’d left.
“Please don’t go back?” Alex’s fingers were gripping into his shirt at his sides like a life line.
“I’ll be fine Alex.” He’d told her but there was a long silence.
“You’ve just…this has become normal for you Maverick. They are up to something. In between that and the egg and everything else.” She had clearly been about to go on but Maverick was sushing her, calming her down, assuring her. “Just…remember that you’re king alright? You don’t have to do what they’ve told you you have to.” She reminded him softly, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt as though it would distract her enough. “If you wouldn’t let them do it to me, don’t let them do it to you?”
His hand came up to her cheek, fingers running across it with a tenderness she had never seen from him before. “It's going to be alright. I just need to know you’re safe. And Mother Trinity, she’ll keep up safe for me for a few days alright?” He lowered his head and tilted it so that his eyes caught hers. “Alright?” He asked again until the human girl nodded.
Though now, Trinity had to wonder if calling her a human girl was appropriate. It was like saying that she was a human. Yes, she technically was. But there was something else inside her too. Something old. Something that could easily be construed as dark. But the truth was that it was too old to be dark. Once something was a certain age, and went back far enough, good and evil didn’t really apply anymore.
She watched the younger woman through the kitchen window, sipping her tea. None of the powers that Maverick had told her about had come out, but that didn’t mean much here. No magic could happen here without her go-ahead. That’s why this was a sanctuary. But there was something…
She felt a shiver roll down her spine as one of the little lights of a soul came into the corner of her vision. She waved it away but watched as it actually zipped through the glass of the window toward the girl.
…and she flinched. As if she knew it was there.
Trinity slowly put the tea down, focusing, leaning forward and paying more attention to the brunette. Her lips were moving, like she was talking to it. Trinity knew that there were cases of humans who almost died or died for a few seconds coming back and being able to remember, sometimes even to see things. But this was something altogether different. It wasn't something out of the corner of her eye that the human girl was seeing. This was a conscious knowledge. This...this was a path interrupted, a destiny derailed.
Still, she knew that there was a very very thin line in between the gift of life and the gift of death. They were partners really, two actors on the same stage working on the same play.
She should have asked more questions when Maverick and brought her, but she hadn't wanted it to cloud her perception. Now she had to wonder if she had been alive, or truly claimed by Death when the fae king had found her. She wished Ulysses was here...maybe he could tell her more. In 200 years Trinity had never seen anything like it. She would need to look back far longer and talk to someone far older.
Alex rubbed her temple, trying to get it out, the voice out. The worry about. The things she saw but didn’t speak of out. This wasn’t the time or place. The witch Maverick had brought her to meant a lot to him and she didn’t want to come off as crazy or hearing things or seeing things. She didn't want to make this worse on him and seeing as how she didn't know why she was brought here, she was even more determined to hide it. Maverick had only said a few days after all and while his godmother seemed....nice, she could feel those translucent eyes on her. Even now when she was outside.
She had tried to keep herself busy, to not be a pain in the ass but she was worried. Worried about Maverick, about her egg, about what was going on in the Moorlands. About wondering what the plot was. Now that she had stepped back she was able to look at the big picture and see it even more clearly. It was easier to think about those things than to think about that amber goop that had seemed to come from her when she'd been afraid and angry.
And why should she be worried about it? There was so much magic in the Moorlands and so much shady shit happening with those council members that it probably hadn't had anything to do with her...right? (No she didn't actually believe that.)
"Oh my god sush!" She finally swatted at the little pebble of light, sending it flying back into the woods as if on an order.
Trinity's lips parted. Oh, Maverick didn’t know how in trouble he was in. Then again, could she really be surprised that he’d fallen for something….no, someone who straddled worlds?
