I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Maeve focuses on the task at hand, jade eyes narrowed in on the wound, not bothering to pay attention to their surroundings with Jack here. She knows him well enough to know he's doing enough of that for the both of them. Except there is a swirl of familiar mist and a sound of laughter that has her sighing heavily, "No, I'm not. That's the third time I've encountered this. I'm assuming it's some spirit enjoying the season." Her shoulders lift in a dainty shrug, jade eyes meeting his as his fingers linger curled around hers, stilling her movements.
"Not exactly." She murmurs, a smirk curling on painted lips, the necklace he gifted her before still glinting around her throat. "And while there are plenty of places to get away to in Torchline... Too many people know who I am. It's hard to find a moment of peace." Someone always wanted something. Needed something. Had a question or concern. She could barely breathe some days.
"Not exactly." She murmurs, a smirk curling on painted lips, the necklace he gifted her before still glinting around her throat. "And while there are plenty of places to get away to in Torchline... Too many people know who I am. It's hard to find a moment of peace." Someone always wanted something. Needed something. Had a question or concern. She could barely breathe some days.
Maeve
