Maeve
"I was about to say... You were definitely committing for it all to be an act." Maeve drawls, trying her best to ignore his smirk and utterly failing. It's nice, though. To feel something other than pain. It's easy to savor the warmth in her belly and how sturdy he is against his side. He's willing to indulge her as per usual. She thinks that he might even let her get away with more kissing. They could still do that. Didn't have to do anything else. The thought swirls through her mind, but he speaks again, distracting her from the idea for the time being.
He agrees to show her more of his favorites and a soft smile blooms on her lips, "Perfect... Rather intrigued by your tastes." In all things. Alcohol, food, vices, and virtues. There was so much to learn and she had barely scratched the surface of him. Maeve wraps her free hand over his, using her grip on him to help guide the bottle back up to her lips so she can take another deep drink. It's not burning so much now. Instead it starts to settle deep in her belly, flushing her cheeks and draping over her like a weighted blanket.
Maeve seems to consider all of the options, trying hard to wrap her already fuzzy brain around what they all mean. What they might look like. It's hard to do. So instead she just smiles up at him sweetly, "I want the most comfortable nest. M'supposed to try and sleep, right? Need the best nest and my beastie." Maeve hums, words just a touch slurred as she giggles, nestling her cheek against his feathers. The Madame was normally better about holding her alcohol, but she wasn't trying to pace herself. This was about chasing the pain away. About letting go of what was weighing on her. Plus his drink of choice was strong. He couldn't blame her for already feeling a little tipsy.
He agrees to show her more of his favorites and a soft smile blooms on her lips, "Perfect... Rather intrigued by your tastes." In all things. Alcohol, food, vices, and virtues. There was so much to learn and she had barely scratched the surface of him. Maeve wraps her free hand over his, using her grip on him to help guide the bottle back up to her lips so she can take another deep drink. It's not burning so much now. Instead it starts to settle deep in her belly, flushing her cheeks and draping over her like a weighted blanket.
Maeve seems to consider all of the options, trying hard to wrap her already fuzzy brain around what they all mean. What they might look like. It's hard to do. So instead she just smiles up at him sweetly, "I want the most comfortable nest. M'supposed to try and sleep, right? Need the best nest and my beastie." Maeve hums, words just a touch slurred as she giggles, nestling her cheek against his feathers. The Madame was normally better about holding her alcohol, but she wasn't trying to pace herself. This was about chasing the pain away. About letting go of what was weighing on her. Plus his drink of choice was strong. He couldn't blame her for already feeling a little tipsy.
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
