Maeve
Maeve offers him a soft smile in return before her attention turns to the stars as Remi begins to sketch out a constellation just for her. Just as unique as she is. The Nightshade hums softly in consideration, even as he feigns a frown, "I see it, too." Maeve isn't sure if Safrin meant this when she said to look at the stars and find a constellation that spoke to her, but then again, maybe it is. Maybe Safrin wanted her to carve out a spot for herself in the skies. In the universe.
"What would it be called? Simply the Nightshade after me or something more unique?" A huff of a laugh pushes past her lips before she's bringing the cider up again, taking another slow sip. Her eyes still locked on the stars that shine up above them.
"What would it be called? Simply the Nightshade after me or something more unique?" A huff of a laugh pushes past her lips before she's bringing the cider up again, taking another slow sip. Her eyes still locked on the stars that shine up above them.
'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
