Maeve
His words make both of her brows raise in surprise and a laugh bubbles up a bit louder than she was expecting. Her hand comes up to cover her mouth as her nose wrinkles and she shakes her head. Maeve takes a moment to get herself together before she's looking at him, mirth swimming in her gaze, "How do you know what it'll be for me? Did Safrin give you the ability to read minds along with all those fancy shifts?" She drawls taking a sip of her mead.
Yes, she likes him. Even would go so far as saying that they're friends. At least, she hopes they are after everything they've confided in each other. Do people really want so much more of him that he automatically assumes it from everyone? When is he going to get it through his head that she isn't the same as them. At least not when it came to their relationship.
The smile that's settled on her lips does not waver as she watches his face. His smile reaches his eyes and it's one of the few times she's actually seen it happen. The corners of his eye crinkle just enough for her to notice and it makes that warmth in her chest grow a little stronger. She put that there. She made him smile like that. It makes her preen. "Good. That was the goal. I hope she likes them and that they remind her of both you and Safrin." Maeve hums as that same foot that's been pressed against his thigh flexing slightly as she stretches the arch of her foot.
Yes, she likes him. Even would go so far as saying that they're friends. At least, she hopes they are after everything they've confided in each other. Do people really want so much more of him that he automatically assumes it from everyone? When is he going to get it through his head that she isn't the same as them. At least not when it came to their relationship.
The smile that's settled on her lips does not waver as she watches his face. His smile reaches his eyes and it's one of the few times she's actually seen it happen. The corners of his eye crinkle just enough for her to notice and it makes that warmth in her chest grow a little stronger. She put that there. She made him smile like that. It makes her preen. "Good. That was the goal. I hope she likes them and that they remind her of both you and Safrin." Maeve hums as that same foot that's been pressed against his thigh flexing slightly as she stretches the arch of her foot.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
