Maeve
It does say something about him. It also explains how he's able to hold his liquor so well. He flashes her an apologetic smile and she returns it with a small one of own. It's one of the first to reach her eyes, swirling with the pain there, but it sparks a hint of light as she meets his steel gaze. "Definitely a lot of things." She murmurs, tucking her head against his shoulder, pressing it into his neck lightly.
"Can always count on you." Maeve hums, lips curling into a smile as she nuzzles against his pulse, pressing her lips there. He mentions making some place soft for her to sleep and she sighs, "Gonna make me a nest, beastie?" She asks, drawing herself back just enough that she can look up at him, arching her brow as he draws her closer to his chest.
Maeve feels the griffin at her back, pressing the bottle into his hand and against her spine. She straightens herself up slightly, wincing as she settles herself against his chest as he uncorks the bottle. "And what are we drinking tonight, dear Flood?"
"Can always count on you." Maeve hums, lips curling into a smile as she nuzzles against his pulse, pressing her lips there. He mentions making some place soft for her to sleep and she sighs, "Gonna make me a nest, beastie?" She asks, drawing herself back just enough that she can look up at him, arching her brow as he draws her closer to his chest.
Maeve feels the griffin at her back, pressing the bottle into his hand and against her spine. She straightens herself up slightly, wincing as she settles herself against his chest as he uncorks the bottle. "And what are we drinking tonight, dear Flood?"
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
