Maeve
Her brow arches at the change in his tone and her head cocks to the side, "No. They aren't giving me any problems. Just getting a little demanding." Maeve waves her hand almost dismissively at his worry. They aren't really giving her much trouble. No more than a rowdy customer in a bar. They have on staff security that watch the main floor and each rom is equipped with a bell to notify them if there are any problems. Still, the way he worries about them is sweet and she appreciates it. z
She lifts her eyes back to him, trying to make sense of what he's saying, "Remember you by? What's that supposed to mean?" Maeve asks softly, pressing her lips together as her grip tightens on her cup. She swallows thickly, that uneasiness suddenly back to twist her stomach into knots. Maeve sets her cup down, the china clattering gently against the saucer. Her hands drop into her lap and she tries desperately not to fidget as she waits for him to offer some kind of explanation.
"You're leaving? Where are you going?" Her voice pitches up higher than she expects it to and her cheeks flush as she drops her eyes, taking a deep breath to try and soothe the nerves that have suddenly washed over her.
She lifts her eyes back to him, trying to make sense of what he's saying, "Remember you by? What's that supposed to mean?" Maeve asks softly, pressing her lips together as her grip tightens on her cup. She swallows thickly, that uneasiness suddenly back to twist her stomach into knots. Maeve sets her cup down, the china clattering gently against the saucer. Her hands drop into her lap and she tries desperately not to fidget as she waits for him to offer some kind of explanation.
"You're leaving? Where are you going?" Her voice pitches up higher than she expects it to and her cheeks flush as she drops her eyes, taking a deep breath to try and soothe the nerves that have suddenly washed over her.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
