I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Maeve tucks each little bit of information he gives her away for safe keeping, planning to do plenty of research on this herself. Locke's a fighter too. She wonders if he'd be open to sparring with her. Before her thoughts can get too far, Sunjata is approaching her and readying himself into a loose stance. Maeve finishes the last of her stretches, standing and dusting the sand from her skin. Sea glass eyes examine his form, mimicking it herself in a way that feels natural. Elbows tucked into her side, right side forward to lead her, giving away her own strength. "You favor your left. It's your dominate hand and therefore stronger. You will tend to lead with that side."
She observes, brows pulling together slightly in thought, "I'd want to go for your right side if I were trying to catch you off guard then." It's not a question, but a dark brow does raise as she waits for his conformation. Maeve was fairly observant, having spent many years learning to read people; clearly that was coming in handy now.
She observes, brows pulling together slightly in thought, "I'd want to go for your right side if I were trying to catch you off guard then." It's not a question, but a dark brow does raise as she waits for his conformation. Maeve was fairly observant, having spent many years learning to read people; clearly that was coming in handy now.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
