Maeve
"Perhaps, but I doubt I could pull them off as effortlessly as she does." Maeve huffed a soft laugh, unaware of the tinge of jealousy that clouded the other girl. It seemed they both had something to long for. Despite how the Madame kept herself put together, she wasn't so caught up in those things for other people. It never seemed to matter one way or another to her.
A smile curled on her lips, leaning into the younger woman as they walked, "Then maybe I'll make her some of that. How interesting that she smells like that to you. For me it was... Rain on the ocean and honeysuckle." She recalled, a softness to her voice as she spoke, feeling that familiar warmth she experienced in Safrin's presence for the first time. How delicately she cupped her face and wiped away her tears. Maeve's attention turned back to Seren, a dark brow arching as she gave her hand a little squeeze, "What? You can say it."
A smile curled on her lips, leaning into the younger woman as they walked, "Then maybe I'll make her some of that. How interesting that she smells like that to you. For me it was... Rain on the ocean and honeysuckle." She recalled, a softness to her voice as she spoke, feeling that familiar warmth she experienced in Safrin's presence for the first time. How delicately she cupped her face and wiped away her tears. Maeve's attention turned back to Seren, a dark brow arching as she gave her hand a little squeeze, "What? You can say it."
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
