Maeve
She huffs out a small laugh, shaking her head, "It is kind of weird. You admittedly don't seem the type. Can't say you wouldn't look good in uniform at least." Maeve teases, looking at him with an arched brow when he mentions uniforms. It's a bit of a silly thing to be caught up on. The idea of him in an uniform, but the image comes to her anyway and it sets her mind on a path she has to pull away from because this conversation is too important to ignore.
It all sounds nice. Visiting him in Stormbreak, exploring the city together, and trying new things. Except he mentions the brothel and she's only a touch confused. Is that meant to be a hint? Is she supposed to go work there now? Is it meant to be an excuse for her to be in the city? Like seeing him wouldn't be enough for her? Maeve isn't sure what to make of it so she just smiles instead. "I'm sure you'll know all the best places in no time. You can be my guide when I come visit." She says with a soft hum, giving his hand a squeeze when his thumb brushes gently across her skin. It feels too good and too normal. Maybe it's best that he's leaving. That there will be some distance. He wanted to take things slow and he made it clear that he wasn't looking for a relationship. That he didn't do that kind of thing. They were friends who regularly fucked. That's all.
"Well Accepted are the only ones who can soulbond with them. It's odd, but you can't really argue with dragons." She giggles, a smile tugging on her lips as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes. Maeve leans forward slightly, holding onto his hand with both of hers after his lips plant a tender kiss there. She doesn't comment on it even as her cheeks flush prettily when he draws back. "I really am happy for you. You're finally doing what you wanted. Getting out and seeing the world. That's a big deal, Locke."
Maeve grows quiet, licking her lips as her eyes drop to stare at the sugar cubes so precariously stacked in the bowl between them, "I'm going to miss you. I won't have anyone to bitch and moan to on a daily basis."
It all sounds nice. Visiting him in Stormbreak, exploring the city together, and trying new things. Except he mentions the brothel and she's only a touch confused. Is that meant to be a hint? Is she supposed to go work there now? Is it meant to be an excuse for her to be in the city? Like seeing him wouldn't be enough for her? Maeve isn't sure what to make of it so she just smiles instead. "I'm sure you'll know all the best places in no time. You can be my guide when I come visit." She says with a soft hum, giving his hand a squeeze when his thumb brushes gently across her skin. It feels too good and too normal. Maybe it's best that he's leaving. That there will be some distance. He wanted to take things slow and he made it clear that he wasn't looking for a relationship. That he didn't do that kind of thing. They were friends who regularly fucked. That's all.
"Well Accepted are the only ones who can soulbond with them. It's odd, but you can't really argue with dragons." She giggles, a smile tugging on her lips as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes. Maeve leans forward slightly, holding onto his hand with both of hers after his lips plant a tender kiss there. She doesn't comment on it even as her cheeks flush prettily when he draws back. "I really am happy for you. You're finally doing what you wanted. Getting out and seeing the world. That's a big deal, Locke."
Maeve grows quiet, licking her lips as her eyes drop to stare at the sugar cubes so precariously stacked in the bowl between them, "I'm going to miss you. I won't have anyone to bitch and moan to on a daily basis."
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
