Maeve
Okay, maybe it was pretty scary and maybe she wouldn't be on the other side of it, but that wasn't the point of it all. Nope. Not one bit. He shifts to have fangs and Maeve bares her own teeth at him before huffing a breath, "Yeah, yeah, yeah.. We get it. You're a big tough guy." She would give him one thing, the talking was really helping to distract her from the fact that she was incredibly high of the ground with only a few rickety planks separating her from plunging to her death. So at least he had that going for them.
"Alright, well, you keep your weird, sticky, quite smart bandages to yourself." Maeve mutters, knowing for a fact that he can hear her, continuing her slow progress forward, finally making it to about the middle of the bridge.
That stupid blue feathered motherfucker. Maeve narrows her eyes, glaring at him as he glides away from her to perch at the end of the bridge, croaking out his excuse. "Sorry. Can't." She mimics, letting out a string of curses in French, not caring if he understood her or not. "You know, if the roles were switched and you were the one scared and inching across the bridge, I'd help you. You know why? Because I'm a good friend. That's what friends do, Jata. They help each other." Is she complaining? Yeah she is. Does she care? No she doesn't. He can deal with it. Plus, it's a distraction. Which really helps because if she even stops to think about this all she's definitely going to be sick.
"Alright, well, you keep your weird, sticky, quite smart bandages to yourself." Maeve mutters, knowing for a fact that he can hear her, continuing her slow progress forward, finally making it to about the middle of the bridge.
That stupid blue feathered motherfucker. Maeve narrows her eyes, glaring at him as he glides away from her to perch at the end of the bridge, croaking out his excuse. "Sorry. Can't." She mimics, letting out a string of curses in French, not caring if he understood her or not. "You know, if the roles were switched and you were the one scared and inching across the bridge, I'd help you. You know why? Because I'm a good friend. That's what friends do, Jata. They help each other." Is she complaining? Yeah she is. Does she care? No she doesn't. He can deal with it. Plus, it's a distraction. Which really helps because if she even stops to think about this all she's definitely going to be sick.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
It's a sweet butter knife
