how i wonder what you are

Maeve

"Accident or not, doesn't change that I liked the way it sounded." Maeve lifts her shoulders in a shrug. Remi might not be a poet and there were often times that he spoke plainly to her, but Maeve found a beauty in the simplicity of his words. Likely because people tended to try too hard. Flowery language was pretty to listen to, but the words were often empty. At least in the Nightshade's experience.

The Nightshade hums, dipping her head in a nod as she places her empty cup back in the picnic basket. "When my smallest problem was Locke." Maeve huffs a humorless laugh, the exhale little more than a breath, the air puffing out in a white mist before her. Jade eyes flick up to his face, seeing the tense of his jaw and the way he seems to go still, but nothing else gives away anything being amiss.

She's quiet, lips parting in surprise and she shrinks back slightly. "I didn't know... Safrin didn't say anything, but Remi, you must know that I would never hurt Ronin." And should he doubt her, the Nightshade extends her hand, pulling her glove off quickly so he could judge it for himself. "And I highly doubt that she would actually give me something that would kill him. We both know she wouldn't give him up so easily."

'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater