Maeve
Well, wasn't this just lovely? Maeve flinches as the marbles go flying, eyes darting to and fro as the voices ring out through the space. A shiver run up her spine, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end, palms clammy as the sound of breathing feels as if it's right by her ear. "How do we free you?" Maeve asks, unsure if she'll get an answer this time. It would likely be much too easy if she did.
She gives the old woman a wide berth, hand resting on the familiar leather of her whip, prepared to draw it from her hip at a moments notice as her eyes remain locked on her. The chances of the old woman simply wearing that skin over something truly monstrous was more of a possibility than Maeve wanted to think about.
Maeve asks another question, but keeps her eyes locked on the old woman.
She gives the old woman a wide berth, hand resting on the familiar leather of her whip, prepared to draw it from her hip at a moments notice as her eyes remain locked on her. The chances of the old woman simply wearing that skin over something truly monstrous was more of a possibility than Maeve wanted to think about.
Maeve asks another question, but keeps her eyes locked on the old woman.
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
