I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
"That they do. To some you'll never be more than what they see on the surface." Maeve drops her chin for but a moment, a knowing look in her eyes that speaks to years of experience with this one, but it passes just as quickly as it comes. She releases his hand after swiping a tender thumb across his knuckles, tracing over familiar scars, a faint smile on her lips. "Well, you'll start at a base level. While I am confident in your abilities and trust Safrin's judgement implicitly, we want to make sure that whatever title you're given is fitting."
She begins, shifting in her chair to a more comfortable position, relieving a bit of pressure on her back. Her brows knit together, a slight wrinkle forming between them before she finally finds something better. "You'll have a chance to move up over time depending on which direction you want to pursue based on what Torchline needs most." Maeve explains, taking up her tea cup and drawing another sip from it, humming as the warm liquid helps her relax.
She begins, shifting in her chair to a more comfortable position, relieving a bit of pressure on her back. Her brows knit together, a slight wrinkle forming between them before she finally finds something better. "You'll have a chance to move up over time depending on which direction you want to pursue based on what Torchline needs most." Maeve explains, taking up her tea cup and drawing another sip from it, humming as the warm liquid helps her relax.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
