I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Maeve has no clue what she's doing. None at all. Maybe she was hoping that there would be someone else here. Anyone else who could teach her something so she didn't have to look for him. So she didn't have to run to Ronin and ask him for help instead because she already told him that Sunjata was supposed to help her. That was before she came back. That was before she knocked on his door and was torn to shreds by his husband. The words still sting even now, but the stinging in her hand flares hotly as she shakes it out.
"Fuck..." The curse hisses between clenched teeth as she stares at the barely swinging punching bag. The Madame didn't even wrap her hands and the bruising covering her knuckles is evidence of that. She sucks in greedy breaths, irritation, anger, and hurt swirling in her belly with the threat of making her sick. It only makes her more furious and she hauls back with no real form or idea of how she's meant to throw a punch, but swinging her fist anyway. What had she been thinking?
"Fuck..." The curse hisses between clenched teeth as she stares at the barely swinging punching bag. The Madame didn't even wrap her hands and the bruising covering her knuckles is evidence of that. She sucks in greedy breaths, irritation, anger, and hurt swirling in her belly with the threat of making her sick. It only makes her more furious and she hauls back with no real form or idea of how she's meant to throw a punch, but swinging her fist anyway. What had she been thinking?
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
