Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
Maeve stands to the side so that Jack can work, but a few stray drops of water still splash onto her, cooling on her skin before she can wipe them off. The Nightshade watches in a silent sort of awe as he works his magic. Jade eyes track the movements, lips parting as she lets out a breath, watching the concentration on his features and tucking that expression away for later. The little crease between his brows, the set to his jaw, and the bead of sweat on his brow.
"A real fucking shame. You look good doing it." She teases easily, a small smirk curling on her lips as she perches on one of the casks, crossing her legs and lounging back almost lazily. As for what's left for the fountain? That's an easy answer. "Have to finish purifying it and then it's done. We'll be ready to return to her and work on our next task. Hopefully by the beginning of next season."
"A real fucking shame. You look good doing it." She teases easily, a small smirk curling on her lips as she perches on one of the casks, crossing her legs and lounging back almost lazily. As for what's left for the fountain? That's an easy answer. "Have to finish purifying it and then it's done. We'll be ready to return to her and work on our next task. Hopefully by the beginning of next season."
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
