Maeve
How were there always so many letters? Maeve sighs, dipping her quill into the well of purple ink, penning out yet another response to one of the many inquiries on her desk. She signs it with a flourish, blowing on the page for the ink to dry before carefully folding it, drizzling the dark purple wax in a dollop before pressing her seal into it. Unable to stand the thought of writing another letter, the Nightshade instead stands, rolling her wrist a few times as it pops in a release of tension. Moving instead towards the cart set up in the corner, she sets her mind on making a pot of tea, hanging the kettle over the fire that's burning in the hearth.
A knock sounds at the door moment and she straightens, brows drawing together in confusion as she approaches the door, opening it slowly. Only when she sees Harper on the other side, looking exhausted with a baby strapped to his chest, does she let out a breath. "Harper, love, come in. Is everything alright?"
A knock sounds at the door moment and she straightens, brows drawing together in confusion as she approaches the door, opening it slowly. Only when she sees Harper on the other side, looking exhausted with a baby strapped to his chest, does she let out a breath. "Harper, love, come in. Is everything alright?"
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
