Maeve
Adam wasn't wrong. It could very quickly become shenanigans. Something Maeve was sorely missing in her life even with a son to chase after. The Nightshade is already there waiting for him and the smirk that curls on her lips at the sight of her friend with his parasol is downright predatory. Only Adam could make such a thing look good. She approached with all long legs and swaying hips, seeming to be incapable of moving any other way as she meandered towards him, pulling him into a hug when she got close enough. A kiss is placed against his cheek and she lingered just long enough to purr, "My my my… Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." She teased, pulling back to give him an obvious once over, "Fashionable as always, love."
The Nightshade finally smiled, bright and sweet, "Thanks for coming to help. Hopefully it won't be too difficult to catch one of these damned things." The queen was already keeping a Hel alive and to add a cat into the mix hadn't been on her list of to-do's, but when Safrin told you to do something, you did it.
The Nightshade finally smiled, bright and sweet, "Thanks for coming to help. Hopefully it won't be too difficult to catch one of these damned things." The queen was already keeping a Hel alive and to add a cat into the mix hadn't been on her list of to-do's, but when Safrin told you to do something, you did it.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
It's a sweet butter knife
