Maeve
Aidon sees him first. Not him, but a jaguar and immediately he's trilling out a warning, notifying Maeve of the intruder before he's falling quiet as the jaguar shifts into Locke. Happiness filters along their bond and she lets out a breath of relief just as the door pushes open, indicating that Locke is back, but before she even takes a step forward he's scooping her into an embrace. Her arms go around his neck, squeezing him tightly as she lets out a laugh, melting in his arms as she presses her face into his shoulder. "Did it go well?"
She asks breathlessly, letting the words wash over him in an exhale as she draws back to look up at him, cupping his face between her hands. "It seems like it went well." Maeve hums, lifting her eyes to meet his gaze, searching for any change and not finding one that she can physically see. "What did you ask them? What did they say?"
She asks breathlessly, letting the words wash over him in an exhale as she draws back to look up at him, cupping his face between her hands. "It seems like it went well." Maeve hums, lifting her eyes to meet his gaze, searching for any change and not finding one that she can physically see. "What did you ask them? What did they say?"
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
it's a sweet butter knife
it's a sweet butter knife
