I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
It's shocking, really. The way his skin is free from ink. Nothing to mark him except for the scars that longer on his skin. It almost looks wrong. He'd always been marked by Safrin for as long as Maeve could remember. To see him without them? It was definitely an adjustment. Her eyes shift back up to his, jade meeting steel, smile growing at the ease that seems to be hanging around him. That was new. "Get held up?" The other question goes unsaid. What happened?
"Lucky me indeed." It sounds suggestive. The way it falls off her tongue. Though it doesn't hold any of that flirty playfulness that typically came from her. No, that's reserved for Locke. Still, her lips curl as she slips her hand into his, taking another tentative step forward into the depths. "It's some kind of item. I'm not sure what she has in mind."
"Lucky me indeed." It sounds suggestive. The way it falls off her tongue. Though it doesn't hold any of that flirty playfulness that typically came from her. No, that's reserved for Locke. Still, her lips curl as she slips her hand into his, taking another tentative step forward into the depths. "It's some kind of item. I'm not sure what she has in mind."
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