Maeve
Of course it was. He's always enjoyed giving her a hard time. This is no different. Maeve huffs out a breath, giving herself a moment for her stomach to settle, waiting until it finally does to fix him with a look as he grins. "Asshole." She mutters, giving him a little push as she rolls her eyes. "I'm sure she does. Safrin doesn't strike me as the type to want something so..." Maeve waves a hand, not really having a word that comes to mind in this case. Either way, the goddess likely had very little intentions of the unicorns being used like that.
She nods solemnly, pursing her lips as she sighs, looking around at those around her and how for a moment they seem simply happy. Not worrying about the war or what was to come. "You're probably right. I don't see it staying like this for long, but I'll take what I can." This final bit of peace before it all goes to hell. A moment to grow her baby safely without too much stress. That's all she needs. Maeve shifts her gaze back to him, feeling much the same way, wanting nothing more than to avoid that herself. "I do too, but I'll do what I have to to stay safe." If that means fighting then she'll fight. There isn't much else to do.
If only he knew what was to come. Showing off his chest would be the least of his problems when it'll be his dick that gets flashed instead. Not that either of them know that's coming. Maeve manages to keep her comment at bay, almost outing herself by saying that she would definitely enjoy the view. Fucking hormones. It shouldn't matter. Really. It shouldn't. Except there is an extra ruggedness about him. His hair is a little longer and his skin a little tanner. The tattoos certainly add to the appeal. She's missed him and she's missed touching him and being touched. Maeve huffs a soft laugh instead, shaking her head, "Sure. When you come back."
She nods solemnly, pursing her lips as she sighs, looking around at those around her and how for a moment they seem simply happy. Not worrying about the war or what was to come. "You're probably right. I don't see it staying like this for long, but I'll take what I can." This final bit of peace before it all goes to hell. A moment to grow her baby safely without too much stress. That's all she needs. Maeve shifts her gaze back to him, feeling much the same way, wanting nothing more than to avoid that herself. "I do too, but I'll do what I have to to stay safe." If that means fighting then she'll fight. There isn't much else to do.
If only he knew what was to come. Showing off his chest would be the least of his problems when it'll be his dick that gets flashed instead. Not that either of them know that's coming. Maeve manages to keep her comment at bay, almost outing herself by saying that she would definitely enjoy the view. Fucking hormones. It shouldn't matter. Really. It shouldn't. Except there is an extra ruggedness about him. His hair is a little longer and his skin a little tanner. The tattoos certainly add to the appeal. She's missed him and she's missed touching him and being touched. Maeve huffs a soft laugh instead, shaking her head, "Sure. When you come back."
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
