I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Worry twists her stomach and Maeve has to fight to keep her face from screwing up with the groan she clamps behind her teeth. If he did what she thinks he did Safrin help him... The Nightshade lets her lips part as the tip of his horn brushes against her finger, eyes widening slightly at the sensation before she draws a line from the top almost down the the base, following the curve of them lightly. "Obsidian? I don't recall him having any horns the last time I saw him..." She hums softly, pursing her lips in thought before she glances up at him from beneath her lashes.
"Like where you last saw him or what he was up to. I'd be most appreciative." And at this she does finally allow her body to press against his, delicate curves molding along the front of his chest as one of her hands splays across his front and the fingers of her others play in the loose tendrils of his hair.
"Like where you last saw him or what he was up to. I'd be most appreciative." And at this she does finally allow her body to press against his, delicate curves molding along the front of his chest as one of her hands splays across his front and the fingers of her others play in the loose tendrils of his hair.
Maeve
