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Post by Maeve on Apr 23, 2016 20:14:39 GMT -5
Ok I'm weeks too late, but it's a beautiful vid as always, Kriss! Bittersweet and emotional and perfect! Thank you for creating this!
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Post by Maeve on Apr 23, 2016 20:07:45 GMT -5
Yo ho, mateys!! Quick notifications!!
1. Just to let you know that I've uptaded my Missing Scenes series on fanfiction.net! Check out the new chapters if you want: www.fanfiction.net/s/10999458/4/Missing-scenes-Season-1
2. About the other major story that I'm working on and that I spoke of some 4 years ago (gosh, has it really been that long?!) I DID NOT give up on it!!! In fact, my goal is to finish writing the first 52 chapters so I can have enough stuff to post every week for an entire year!! But I'm already done with 35 chapters and I'm dying to start posting, so I might give in before I reach the 52...
Dear lord, you guys have no idea how excited I am to share this huge story with you!! It has evolved so much throughout the years and I'm so proud of it! It's a trilogy and it will have hundreds of chapters for sure, which means it will be years before I finish it completely, but I'm trying real hard to write everyday so you can start reading it soon!!
So stay tuned for:
Touch of Destiny Part I: The Fire Maiden Part II: Collision Part III: The Last Kallen
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Post by Maeve on Dec 10, 2015 16:23:42 GMT -5
Thankies!!
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Post by Maeve on Dec 10, 2015 14:19:59 GMT -5
2 for me please
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Nov 13, 2015 18:55:28 GMT -5
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Post by Maeve on Nov 13, 2015 18:55:28 GMT -5
Just dropping in quickly...I have just heard about what is currently happening in France...I am glued to the TV trying to catch up with everything...it is absolutely horrible...
Kahlan, I hope you are alright and that all your loved ones are safe as well.
My heart goes out to France.
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Post by Maeve on Jan 2, 2015 20:05:02 GMT -5
Aww, thanks honey!! I'm so glad you like my scribbles really, 'cause if they can trigger strong emotions in the readers and move them like this, then I suppose I'm doing something right! Yay! And by the stars!! Your post with Mala was beyond BEAUTIFUL!!! I liked everything about it!! Every word! It's so deep and poetic and tragic and sad and beautiful all at the same time! You really captured everything about what Sinbad and Maeve went through, and what they're feeling. It made me hurt for them, and made me realize how sad their story really is.
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Post by Maeve on Jan 2, 2015 0:09:51 GMT -5
Maeve felt a lump rise in her throat when Sinbad pulled her to him, the emotion so raw on his face she felt something break inside her. Tears brimmed in her eyes but she shut them close and swallowed back the sobs that threatened to choke her as she rested her head on his shoulder and held on to him, abandoning herself in his arms like a child finding refuge in a protective embrace after a nightmare.
It was overwhelming, as if all the emotions she had bottled up since the storm were suddenly being unleashed, like a dam crashing open. The crushing sadness of being separated from him, the regrets for all the things left unsaid, the helplessness as she watched him self-destruct, the unbearable longing...she was feeling it all now, every heartache, every despair...feeling everything all at once and a thousand times stronger, fully realizing just how much she had missed him over the past year. His gentle voice, his comforting touch, his beautiful eyes, his smile...She had missed him so much it hurt, as if her heart was being torn out of her chest all over again, unable to cope with it all.
But he was here now. His heart was beating against hers through his shirt, vibrantly alive and real, his hair smelling like the sea and his arms warm and strong around her like an impenetrable shield. She never wanted to let go, never wanted to lose him again. It had been too hard, much too hard, and she didn’t have the strength anymore. She had given everything she had.
Emotionally shaken and exhausted, with longing and need crushing her inside, she struggled not to cry. Shifting her position, she pulled him up with her on the bench, fighting unshed tears as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders to bring him closer, to hold him tighter, safer, never letting go. She choked on sobs, desperate to convince herself that she wasn't dreaming, that she wasn't still stranded a thousand miles away. That she was here, really here. With him.
Home.
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Post by Maeve on Dec 30, 2014 3:26:45 GMT -5
Oh god, my post is so long... Looks like my muse got carried away but then again I needed to cram a lot of things in there... and it's past 3 a.m. By the way, I love your post, Doubar! It's so him!
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Post by Maeve on Dec 30, 2014 3:07:42 GMT -5
When Maeve finally sat down, her bare feet all dirty and scratched, it felt as if she’d been standing for days without pause. Even despite the fact that the dissolving soreness in her legs left behind a dull throbbing ache, as if her muscles were trying to unwind all at once, the relief that washed over her was indescribable. It was bliss. Pure bliss. And she was all the more grateful when Sinbad never let her go, maintaining his gentle grip on her arms even as he crouched down in front of her, concern shining in his eyes. Almost feeling bad for having him worry so much about her, Maeve held on to him in return but tried not to look like she was clinging to him as the vertigo sensation gradually subsided in her head.
He wanted to bring her back to the Nomad, to the safety of his ship where she could properly rest and for a moment it almost felt like old times, but the hesitation in his voice betrayed him, betrayed them. There was a silent question hidden behind his words, a question that reached far beyond the immediate situation, as if he was asking her not whether she would agree to stay on the Nomad or not until she was better, but rather if she wanted to come back at all, and with the effect of a knife twisting inside her heart, Maeve realized she didn’t really know the answer to that question herself.
Of course, there was nothing in the world she wanted more than to return to the Nomad and the crew, but at the same time she couldn’t deny the fact that what she had witnessed over the past year had seriously damaged her beliefs that everything would be the same when she came back. It wouldn’t, she realized with bittersweet regret. Everything would be different, but she couldn’t tell him that, not when he was looking at her like this. And it didn’t really matter anyway. Different or not, the Nomad was her home and the crew was her family. Of course she wanted to come back, even if it meant running the risk of having her heart broken all over again.
“Aye, the Nomad definitely sounds better than a stone bench,” she joked softly, the ghost of a sad smile trailing on her lips as her eyes locked with his, the world around her vanishing in that single moment, as if her reality suddenly narrowed down to him and him only, the echoing cries from the market place turning hollow and distant. Losing herself in his gaze, it felt as if she was seeing him for the first time, as if they’d been apart for decades. Her eyes lingered on his face, surfing on his features as she tried to engrave all of him back into her mind with all the little details she remembered.
Then it hit her.
He had shaved. Maybe two, three days ago, but he definitely had. He was also wearing his old headband again, even though he hadn’t cut his hair yet, and his face had aged, matured, a witness to all the hardships he had battled and overcome, both physical and emotional. But most strikingly, Maeve noticed once more, the heart-wrenching darkness that had shadowed his beautiful blue eyes over the past year was gone. She couldn’t explain it but it wasn’t there anymore. The only thing she could see now were the scars it had left behind, like a war wound that told the tale of everything he had gone through, of how much he had changed. With a pang of longing, she realized she didn’t really know him anymore, and yet...he was still the same in so many ways...as if he was lost somewhere halfway between the man she had known and the stranger he had become...
Absorbed in the moment, with her eyes lingering on him as if she was lost in a dream, Maeve didn’t even realize she had raised a hand to his face, her fingers softly tracing his jaw line where his skin was smooth again, just like she remembered. Oblivious to everything else, her thumb then found his chin and gently brushed away the dry blood from the split lip Baldy had given him, anger at the giant’s brutality boiling in her chest along with a sharp twinge of protectiveness.
But then her eyes traveled back up to meet his and she suddenly caught herself, realizing what she was doing. Reality crashed back on her like a ton of rock and she blinked away awkwardly, quickly dropping her hand back into her lap and clearing her throat. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, not really knowing why but feeling like she had to.
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Post by Maeve on Dec 29, 2014 1:18:10 GMT -5
Relief immediately sank in at Sinbad’s words. Of course the crew was somewhere close by. They always were. She wondered why it hadn’t dawned on her sooner but worry for Caipra, Kalani and the man in black had jolted her nerves and gotten the better of her before she could even think about it. Had she not been so drained and dizzy, she probably would have made a comment to match his familiar smirk, maybe something about how he had a knack for rescuing damsels in distress, but her body was urgently beckoning her to sit down and rest, her knees and her ankles aching under her like rusty joints. The stone bench was right there next to them, just a step away, and she could probably reach it on her own but Maeve couldn’t detach herself from him, didn’t want to let him go, as if he would somehow vanish the minute they broke physical contact, which was silly.
“I guess not,” she said, her lips twitching with a weary smile. “Your timing was perfect, as usual.” Pausing, her thoughts drifted back to the dead-ended alleyway. “If you hadn’t shown up when you did...” Her voice trailed off, the smile fading away as she was unable to put into words the terror she had felt when Baldy had cornered her and choked her against the wall. She could still feel his rough hands around her neck, his icy eyes shining with fury and the promise of horrible deeds. But she quickly blinked the memory away, shutting her eyes close as a mocking wave of dizziness whirled inside her head and made her grip the arm Sinbad had coiled around her waist.
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Post by Maeve on Dec 24, 2014 13:14:54 GMT -5
By the time the distant echoing screams from the nearby commotion reached her ears, the guards they had passed were already way behind them to bring aid to their younger companion and Sinbad had led her to a stone bench underneath an isolated alcove between two market stalls. Maeve had never been so happy to see a bench in her entire life, her beaten limbs and aching joints pleading her to sit down, but then Sinbad’s urgent words grinded her to a stop. As the implications of the remote wails and the clashes of steel truly registered in her mind like a booming alarm bell, a sudden urgency flared up inside her chest and a cold shiver ran down her spine.
“Wait,” she said, pressing a hand to his chest to make him stop. As worry knotted itself in her stomach, she steadied herself on her legs again. “There are other people in trouble. Kalani and this man, they came to my help to fight off Baldy’s thugs but they’re outnumbered,” she stuttered, concern clouding her hurried words. “And Caipra is there too. We have to do something.” Maeve was ready to rush to their aid despite the spinning in her head, but she couldn’t bring herself to slip out of Sinbad's protective hold.
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Post by Maeve on Dec 23, 2014 17:41:55 GMT -5
Maeve nodded again, this time more confidently as she leaned into him and let him guide her under the stone arch and out of the alleyway. As soon as her feet moved though, a wave of dizziness crawled up her spine into her neck and skull but she fought it off, narrowing down her sensorial world to the solid arm he had wrapped around her waist, like an anchor to her sanity and consciousness. She repeated to herself that everything was alright now, that it was over, that even if she faltered it wouldn’t matter, that she would be safe. Because he was there. With her. And that drove her onward.
Clenching her jaw, she moved with him, step by step, further away from the young guard and Baldy’s limp form on the ground. She had made it this far, she could damn well make it to the next street corner, to a nearby bench or a bunch of low crates, anything she could sit on to rest if only for a brief moment.
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Post by Maeve on Dec 23, 2014 15:43:42 GMT -5
When Sinbad’s arm slipped under hers ever so gently, a small gesture so full of raw concern and worry, his reassuring proximity was almost overwhelming and Maeve had to resist the urge to just mold into his protective embrace and never let go. She longed so badly to hold him close to her, to rekindle in the warmth of his touch, to breathe him in and lose herself in his shielding frame...Intensified by the exhaustion throbbing in her every limbs, the temptation almost made her cave in but she knew if she locked her arms around him now they would never be able to make it out of this cursed dead ended-lane.
Forcing her attention on her weary legs, she gripped his arm back for support and tried to find her balance. After allowing herself a moment to ease back into his familiar presence and the feel of him against her skin, afraid to lose herself in his eyes, she only briefly met his gaze before nodding tentatively. “I think so.”
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Post by Maeve on Dec 16, 2014 20:48:59 GMT -5
All my stars!!! Six years!!! I can't believe it's been this long!! *****HAPPY ANNIVERSARY DISTANT LANDS!!!!!***** May we all sail for many years to come!!! *group hug* I love you, guys!!
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Post by Maeve on Dec 14, 2014 21:08:54 GMT -5
With every second that passed by the restless edginess in Maeve’s muscles and nerves was weakening, trading its place with the exploding sensation of exhaustion that numbed everything else except for the everlasting spin in her head. It was as if her whole body was shutting down now that the former threatening situation no longer required physical alertness on her part. Even her mind was beginning to waver with drowsiness, yearning for the moment when it could switch off completely.
But despite the weighting feeling of weakness, Maeve forced her eyes to maintain focus as Sinbad tied up another twist of rope around Baldy’s wrists, leaving a loose coil for the young guard to hold like a leash, probably to add extra control over the thug lest he woke up. Maeve could only imagine how easily the mountain of a man would overpower the boy if his bounds weren’t securely tight enough.
When the young officer took the free end of the rope from Sinbad’s hand, he nodded resolutely, the fervent glint of pride shining in his eyes. “Aye, aye, Captain.” He then turned to her, pride giving way to honest regret. “I am terribly sorry, my lady. Rest assured that this man will face justice for whatever vile actions he has committed against you.”
Battling against the heavy weariness in her joints, Maeve could only nod back at his words. “Thank you.”
She hated to think what vile crimes Baldy would have committed if Sinbad hadn’t shown up when he did. A bruised cheekbone and scratched feet would have been the least of her worries for sure.
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