#nadia 002

"You'd think I was used to nights on my own seeing as we've always co-parented but it's almost getting harder the older Ray gets, you know? I think I used to enjoy the break and getting some sleep but now I just miss her like a sad sack." Filling up both of their wine glasses, Maya left the bottle on the coffee table before taking her place back on the couch. It had been a no brainer to invite Nadia over for a girls/mothers in arms night when she learnt they'd both be childless for the evening and honestly, she had needed it for longer than she'd care to admit.

After her emotional blow out with Andre outside Open Range, Maya's brain hadn't settled and a night on her own just wasn't something she was comfortable with at that point. "So thank you for coming over, I really do appreciate it. It's also been way too long since we got to do this, it almost makes me miss soccer season."

Hands, nails deep red like rubies, curl around Nadia's face from behind, and hold her there for a moment. "Well well well, can you guess who?" Her tone is sing-song and lilting.

She uncovers her eyes then, and then rests her chin on the witchblood's shoulder. "And when were you going to tell me just how important you were?" She steps daintily around Nadia's shoulders then, her eyes flaring in their glinting, icy blue color as she drips imperative into Nadia again, harmless (to her) but forceful. "You're aware I'm a vampire, and it doesn't bother you, right, this little secret of mine that you keep?"

numb; that was the only word he could use to fully describe the feeling that coursed through him, following a revelation that had resulted in shouting and tears. it was so unlike the both of them, to put within such a situation, when they would usually be within the corner of that room watching that very same drama unfold. how the situation had seemingly changed, and how a part of him felt guilty for not realising what the situation had turned into far sooner, not until it was right before his very face. 

he had remained outside longer than lady mallister, who had eventually walked away after saying what she needed to say and hearing what she needed to hear. how matters of the heart had been crossed, and how much of an ache he felt at knowing he would not be able to give her his own; for it had already long since been within the hands of another. reentering the festivities, winding around the dancers and musicians beating drums he had never seen before. the look on his face was one of sadness, of confusion as to where this had all come from; and yet he knew where he wanted to end up. 

a familiar set of golden curls, clad in emerald green, had caught his eye sat a table; and upon seeing the expression on his face, he knew she could tell something had gone entirely wrong. sat with some associates of house estermont and his carron cousins, he cleared his throat as he slipped into the chair beside her. “sorry about that.” he muttered, quiet enough for only her to hear as he reached forward to pour himself a glass of wine, an unusual move. why did he feel the need to tell her, as though he wished nothing but complete openness between them?