Maeve
Why would you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
A cage for your own bird?
"Thank you." It was a newer piece and Sunjata was one of the only other people to see it in its entirety at this point. Even Amun hadn't seen all of it. Maeve scoffed, shaking her head, "Absolutely not. I might have a tolerance for pain, but even I can't sit that long." The Nightshade laughed, letting her skirt fall back into place as she took one more sip of her wine, setting her glass down and shifting her attention back to him.
That it was. There was nothing to be done for it except try to get through things without losing too many people along the way. Not that Maeve was sure that was possible. Draining the last of her wine and setting her glass down once more, she slipped her hand into his with a smile, "It would be my pleasure." She hummed, allowing him to help her to her feet, dipping into a curtsey before stepping off of the blanket to a clear space.
That it was. There was nothing to be done for it except try to get through things without losing too many people along the way. Not that Maeve was sure that was possible. Draining the last of her wine and setting her glass down once more, she slipped her hand into his with a smile, "It would be my pleasure." She hummed, allowing him to help her to her feet, dipping into a curtsey before stepping off of the blanket to a clear space.
When it sings so sweet
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
