Maeve
Maeve doesn't miss the way his shoulders tense or how he doesn't meet her gaze. She watches as his throat bobs with the swallow, words feeling thick on her tongue despite how smoothly she delivers them, knowing that he doesn't want to hear this from her. Maeve can't help thinking that Milo might prefer to have nothing to do with her at all, but that's not really possible anymore. Not with her connection to Aurelia. There is no avoiding it now. "You're welcome." She murmurs softly, jade eyes following him as he steps away from her, moving towards the fountain instead.
"That's okay. Just try. If this is what she asked for then I have no doubt that it's possible." Maeve is quick to reassure, giving him space to work, focusing on the glow that comes from his hands. The water itself is infused with light, seeming to shimmer with the same hue that comes from his hands, spreading out like ink through the fountain. It doesn't fill the entire pool and he'll likely need to keep going. "That seems to be doing something."
"That's okay. Just try. If this is what she asked for then I have no doubt that it's possible." Maeve is quick to reassure, giving him space to work, focusing on the glow that comes from his hands. The water itself is infused with light, seeming to shimmer with the same hue that comes from his hands, spreading out like ink through the fountain. It doesn't fill the entire pool and he'll likely need to keep going. "That seems to be doing something."
So come on, give me a taste
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
