Maeve
It's felt like days, but she knows that it's only been hours. If that. She helped him get ready. Maeve collected the flowers from her garden with his help, selecting the sweetest smelling blooms, cutting them all with care. They made the bouquet together, arranging them all so that they came together in perfect harmony before tying it all with a bow. She sent him off with a kiss and his offerings, wishing him luck and ignoring the anxiousness she felt bubbling up in her chest, knowing that it would go well. That side of Frey was kinder than their counterpart in her opinion.
Now she's left pacing, worry twisting in her belly, chewing on her bottom lip as she practically paces a rut in the floor. Aidon stays perched on the window, watching for any sign of Locke so he can let Maeve know as soon as he sees her partner, sending reassurance along the bond occasionally as she continues to walk back and forth in front of the couch. Seaglass gaze occasionally darting towards the window and the door, unable to help herself, finding it hard to be anything but uneasy while she waits.
Now she's left pacing, worry twisting in her belly, chewing on her bottom lip as she practically paces a rut in the floor. Aidon stays perched on the window, watching for any sign of Locke so he can let Maeve know as soon as he sees her partner, sending reassurance along the bond occasionally as she continues to walk back and forth in front of the couch. Seaglass gaze occasionally darting towards the window and the door, unable to help herself, finding it hard to be anything but uneasy while she waits.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
it's a sweet butter knife
it's a sweet butter knife
