Lavender and Maeve
Thread Topic: Lavender and Maeve
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(Yes you can do that)
Maeve smiled, pecking her nose. -
(alright bet)
Lavender grinned. Someone knocked at the door, and Lavender could hear the doorknob turning. She immediately moved away from Maeve, staring at the door. Her brother Dylan opened the door. "Lavender, can we talk?"
Lavender nodded, standing up. "I'll be back in a second." She said to Maeve with a smile, walking to her brother. -
Maeve’s brows furrowed as Lavender suddenly ripped herself away from her. Then the princess’ eyes fell on the open door, and she nodded with a tight smile. ‘Okay,’ she said, nodding once. When the door was closed, she sighed and sprawled onto Lavender’s bed.
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Lavender's smile faded as she noticed Maeve being upset.
"What are you thinking," Dylan hissed as soon as the door was closed. "hanging out with her?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know the reputation she has, and she's bringing you down with her!"
Lavender glared. She didn't know much of Maeves' reputation, other than her being a bit of a troublemaker. "She's not dragging me down with her." -
Maeve, out of nosiness, slid off the bed and shuffled towards the door. She sank to the floor, pressing herself against the door, ear to the keyhole. It wasn’t eavesdropping, totally.
All she heard was, “she’s not dragging me down with her”, and her shoulders tensed.
Was that what this was about? Lavender’s soddy brother had interrupted them just to complain about Maeve? -
"Please. You're barely at work, you sneak off with her constantly to do who knows what, and the papers have your faces all over them, claiming-"
Lavender glared. "The papers are wrong."
"I'm not stupid." Dylan matched her expression. "When I opened the door you were looking at her like she's a blanket and you're trapped in a blizzard."
"We're just friends. That's it." Lavender had a slight tremble to her voice. "I don't care what you, the journalists, or anyone else thinks. She's my friend." -
Maeve’s shoulders tensed as she listened to their conversation, body going rigid. Her jaw clenched. She scowled at the floor and stood, moving away from the door.
Friend.
That couldn’t have been all Maeve was to her. So why did Lavender feel the need to hide what they were?
Maybe she just didn’t have has good of a relationship with her older brother as Maeve did with hers. Maybe she couldn’t be as open as Maeve could with her sexuality.
Or maybe she didn’t really want her after all.
Maeve balled her fists and disappeared. She’d be doing Lavender a favour by teleporting away, anyway. -
Dylan rolled his eyes, clearly not believing her. "If you knew what was best, you'd stay away from her before you give yourself and the family a bad name." He sounded too pissed off to keep talking to her, and he walked off, muttering to himself.
Lavender glared, trying to calm herself down. Maeve didn't need to see her so upset. She took some deep breaths, cleared her thoughts, and walked back into her room, only to find that no one was there.
"Maeve?" She asked quietly, voice filled with concern. "Maeve, if you're playing a prank, this isn't funny."
There wasn't an answer. -
Maeve wasn’t there. And she didn’t return for the rest of the day.
Instead, she paced in her room, fidgeting. She teleported almost fifty times, trying to alleviate the pain in her chest and twisting in her stomach, but it didn’t work. It wasn’t the itch of being confined. It was the heartbreak of being a burden, a bad influence.
It was all she’d ever been. Even her girlfriend’s brother thought so! Even her brother thought so! -
Lavender looked around for Maeve before giving up. She didn't know why Maeve left. She sat on her bed, curling up into her blanket and reading a book to try and distract herself from worrying about her girlfriend. It didn't help much.
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Maeve didn’t come back for the rest of the day. Or the day after. She simply paced around her room, stared at her schoolwork, walked on the tops of the castle walls until a guard told her to come down.
It was on the third day that she really got restless. She missed Lavender more than she’s thought she would. So, in the morning, she teleported into the girl’s bedroom, wearing simple boys’ clothes (hand-me-downs from Chester). -
It was early enough that Lavender wasn't working yet. She was sitting on her bed reading when Maeve teleported. She smiled, putting her book down and standing up. Thank god.
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Maeve smiled weakly. It didn’t quite reach her eyes.
‘Hey,’ she said, walking over to Lavender’s bed and plopping onto the mattress. She didn’t look the blond in the eye - those beautiful blue eyes. ‘I, erm, was busy. Sorry.’ -
Lavender frowned. She sat next to Maeve. "Is something wrong?" She asked gently, trying to look Maeve in the eyes.
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‘What? No, nothing’s wrong,’ Maeve said, laughing nervously. She didn’t look back at her, not doing well with the combination of confrontation and eye contact. ‘Uh. Is something wrong with you?’
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