Maeve
There’s a burning behind her eyes that forces her to close them as they’re whisked inside. Only after she feels the chair beneath her and the musty scent of the room presses into her nose does Maeve open her eyes. She glances down at the table, scanning the objects as the woman speaks, making little sense to her. The Nightshade doesn’t want to upset her again and risk more pain. Even if she’s sure she saw her change into something. Gingerly she reaches for the writing paper, knowing better than to mess with the Ouija board and truly not knowing what to do with the marbles.
Choice made, her attention turns to Amun, ”Take mine.” She murmurs, offering him her hand wrist side up so he might more easily sink his fangs into her skin.
Maeve picks the paper and offers her wrist to Amun.
Choice made, her attention turns to Amun, ”Take mine.” She murmurs, offering him her hand wrist side up so he might more easily sink his fangs into her skin.
Maeve picks the paper and offers her wrist to Amun.
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
