Maeve
While she’s not a magic user herself, she knows that it can be rather draining to maintain for long periods of time. She winces as Milo slumps on the edge of the fountain, moving over to a small table that’s been set out in the garden, pouring him some cool cider from a pitcher. With a tentative smile, Maeve approaches, offering him the drink before taking a seat down beside him. ”So… I heard that the Ark fared fairly well this past season. That’s always good, yeah?” She used to be so good at small talk, but today she’s struggling. Maeve has a feeling it’s simply because it’s Milo.
How is she meant to talk to her counterpart’s romantic partner when she and Aurelia have their own feelings to sort out about each other? Especially when Aurelia hasn’t even had a chance to talk to him. To tell him that she’s going to help take care of her baby. That they’re going to be partners too. All of it makes her anxious and she makes a conscious effort to breathe slowly, smoothing a hand over her belly in an attempt to keep from fidgeting. ”If you want to concentrate on the area around the fountain next we can do that…”
How is she meant to talk to her counterpart’s romantic partner when she and Aurelia have their own feelings to sort out about each other? Especially when Aurelia hasn’t even had a chance to talk to him. To tell him that she’s going to help take care of her baby. That they’re going to be partners too. All of it makes her anxious and she makes a conscious effort to breathe slowly, smoothing a hand over her belly in an attempt to keep from fidgeting. ”If you want to concentrate on the area around the fountain next we can do that…”
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
