Maeve
Maeve smiles, a hum pushing past her lips as she turns to regard him, jade eyes studying his features for a moment. "Perhaps, but I think you're pretty poetic. You've definitely said some pretty things to me." She teases, playfully bumping against his shoulder, being careful not to jostle him too much lest he spill his cider. "I like Dance of the Nightshade, though." It was simple and to the point, but no less lovely.
"While I might be tattooed, it won't be like Ronin. At least, not from what I understand. I asked her for a bow that shoots stars." Maeve's expression shifts, seeming almost smug, "More specifically, I asked her to make the bow you crafted for me capable of doing so." While the Lullaby might not have thought his work as valuable, Maeve couldn't imagine having any other bow besides the one that he made for her.
"While I might be tattooed, it won't be like Ronin. At least, not from what I understand. I asked her for a bow that shoots stars." Maeve's expression shifts, seeming almost smug, "More specifically, I asked her to make the bow you crafted for me capable of doing so." While the Lullaby might not have thought his work as valuable, Maeve couldn't imagine having any other bow besides the one that he made for her.
'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
