Maeve
He presses little kisses into her skin where he can reach her and each one soothes the anxiety that managed to build up over the time he was gone, leaving her with a sense of restlessness in her chest that is just now easing. Maeve takes a small step back as he grips her shoulders, holding her at arms length, golden eyes running over her as if checking to make sure she's okay and for a moment Maeve swears she sees them bleed more gold than green, slits appearing where his pupils are. It's gone in a flash, but it makes her breath catch all the same. "Really? That's good. That's really good. I told you that they would like them."
Maeve cocks her head to the side, brows knitting together as she tries to follow his line of thought, jumping from one thing to the next before he's urging her to sit down, pushing her gently back towards the couch. She allows him this, sinking down onto the worn cushions and gazing up at him expectantly, bottom lip caught between her teeth as her pulse flutters in anticipation.
The act of shifting doesn't really surprise her. Not when she's seen Sunjata do it many times over, but Locke shifting does come as a surprise. Her eyes go wide, a soft gasp of surprise pushing past her lips as they part, instincts telling her to draw back as he stalks towards her. Locke presses against her, rubbing his head on her knee as a rumble travels through her chest, large eyes looking up at her. The shift is larger than she was expecting, filling up the small living room, displacing the coffee table that rests in front of the couch. "They attuned you? Holy shit.." Maeve laughs, reaching out tentatively to pet his head, nails scratching behind his ears and marvelling at how silky the fur actually is against the tips of her fingers.
Maeve cocks her head to the side, brows knitting together as she tries to follow his line of thought, jumping from one thing to the next before he's urging her to sit down, pushing her gently back towards the couch. She allows him this, sinking down onto the worn cushions and gazing up at him expectantly, bottom lip caught between her teeth as her pulse flutters in anticipation.
The act of shifting doesn't really surprise her. Not when she's seen Sunjata do it many times over, but Locke shifting does come as a surprise. Her eyes go wide, a soft gasp of surprise pushing past her lips as they part, instincts telling her to draw back as he stalks towards her. Locke presses against her, rubbing his head on her knee as a rumble travels through her chest, large eyes looking up at her. The shift is larger than she was expecting, filling up the small living room, displacing the coffee table that rests in front of the couch. "They attuned you? Holy shit.." Maeve laughs, reaching out tentatively to pet his head, nails scratching behind his ears and marvelling at how silky the fur actually is against the tips of her fingers.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
it's a sweet butter knife
it's a sweet butter knife
