Maeve
A flash of light. Panic. The judgmental eyes of her travelling companion and the way he sneered at every word she said. Him leaving her as soon as they got out of the swamp. All of it still swirls in her brain despite the fact that she made it home safely. She didn't suffer much. A hit to the head, a few days of fear, but she made it back with little harm done. Except for her hair.
Maeve sits at the small vanity in her room, staring at the ruined strands. The tar tuck to her long tresses and seemed impossible to wash out no matter what she did. She was going to have to cut it. Hence why she's not working tonight. She isn't supposed to be anyway. Except there is someone knocking at her door and she really can't do this. Maeve stands, moving towards the door and opening it a crack.
One of the other girls is waiting for her on the other side and suddenly telling her that a gentleman by the name of Locke is here to see her. She doesn't even have it in her to tell her to send him away. Instead she just sighs, "Send him up..." Maeve moves back over to her vanity, settling on the stool once more to stare at her reflection in the mirror.
Maeve sits at the small vanity in her room, staring at the ruined strands. The tar tuck to her long tresses and seemed impossible to wash out no matter what she did. She was going to have to cut it. Hence why she's not working tonight. She isn't supposed to be anyway. Except there is someone knocking at her door and she really can't do this. Maeve stands, moving towards the door and opening it a crack.
One of the other girls is waiting for her on the other side and suddenly telling her that a gentleman by the name of Locke is here to see her. She doesn't even have it in her to tell her to send him away. Instead she just sighs, "Send him up..." Maeve moves back over to her vanity, settling on the stool once more to stare at her reflection in the mirror.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
