Maeve
She doesn't hear him. She doesn't even realize he's there. The shadows hiding him from her view. The Nightshade starts, head snapping towards him as her pulse stutters, fluttering rapidly at the surge of adrenaline. Maeve relaxes as soon as her eyes land on him, a smile curling on her lips as she extends a hand to him, "You know I always have room for you, love." The Queen murmurs, voice quiet in the night, mixing with the sound of rushing water and the faint singing of the stones in the river.
Waiting for him to join her, Maeve motions to the basket, "I brought us some snacks. A little bit of hot spiced cider." Nothing with alcohol, knowing it didn't do much for him anymore. Reaching for the basket, Maeve begins to unpack the tea cakes, carefully wrapped in wax paper. "Thank you for coming. I didn't know anyone better to ask for help with this." She passes him one of the tea cakes, quickly followed by a mug of steaming cider before making one for herself.
Waiting for him to join her, Maeve motions to the basket, "I brought us some snacks. A little bit of hot spiced cider." Nothing with alcohol, knowing it didn't do much for him anymore. Reaching for the basket, Maeve begins to unpack the tea cakes, carefully wrapped in wax paper. "Thank you for coming. I didn't know anyone better to ask for help with this." She passes him one of the tea cakes, quickly followed by a mug of steaming cider before making one for herself.
'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
