Maeve
Why would you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
A cage for your own bird?
"My proper due?" The queen asked with an arched brow, curious as to what made him say that. She nodded, glancing back at the flowers once more, "Absolutely. You should see my garden at the Court. It's full of various plants like this. Datura, foxglove, nightshade, and even moonflowers." The later of which seemed to glow under the full moon. There weren't many she invited into that portion of the garden, but she would let Amun in if he was interested.
Tucking her legs beneath her, Maeve hummed as she released his hand, "I actually have a snake tattoo on my ribs. They've always been my favorites." Vipers and hanging snakes alike. She adored finding the little serpents in the trees, often leaving little treats for them when she did, allowing them to stay as long as they pleased. "By all means." Maeve murmured, holding the glasses steady for him so he might pour them both a drink.
"I know this doesn't really do much for you, but I did promise a good time." And it wasn't exactly a date, but if they were playing pretend that might as well do the damn thing and commit.
Tucking her legs beneath her, Maeve hummed as she released his hand, "I actually have a snake tattoo on my ribs. They've always been my favorites." Vipers and hanging snakes alike. She adored finding the little serpents in the trees, often leaving little treats for them when she did, allowing them to stay as long as they pleased. "By all means." Maeve murmured, holding the glasses steady for him so he might pour them both a drink.
"I know this doesn't really do much for you, but I did promise a good time." And it wasn't exactly a date, but if they were playing pretend that might as well do the damn thing and commit.
When it sings so sweet
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
