Maeve
She can't hear his thoughts or feel his emotions, but she can read the look in his eyes and it might as well be the same thing. Her lips quirk into a soft smile at the comment, head dipping in a nod as the wind tugs at her loose curls, "Edmund will want to learn eventually. It can be a family affair." She drawls, giving words to the idea that's already in his head, dropping her boot onto the blanket unceremoniously.
That really is the question. What kind of dicks have you been seeing lately, Locke? Maeve's head cocks to the side and she huffs out a laugh, turning to grin at him, never one to ignore a friendly competition. She shifts towards the line, lowering herself into a sprinters pose, drawing in a breath. "On your mark... Get set... Go." Maeve takes off like an arrow loosed from a bow, flying down the beach towards the tree, not daring to look back at him as she does.
That really is the question. What kind of dicks have you been seeing lately, Locke? Maeve's head cocks to the side and she huffs out a laugh, turning to grin at him, never one to ignore a friendly competition. She shifts towards the line, lowering herself into a sprinters pose, drawing in a breath. "On your mark... Get set... Go." Maeve takes off like an arrow loosed from a bow, flying down the beach towards the tree, not daring to look back at him as she does.
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
