Maeve
She is looking well. She's doing well, too. Life has been full of so many good things. Her new relationship with Harper, Edmund and Jude, and her friends... It's something to hang on to; a bright spot on the edge of darkness with the coming war. Maeve accepts his kiss on her cheek, offering him a gentle squeeze in return when he draws her into a hug. "As do you." The Nightshade hums easily, drawing back slightly to take his arm, leading him out to the garden.
"I didn't argue, of course, but I do wish I could have used it." This was a compromise. It looked like the one Remi made for her originally and that would have to do. The bow was a good one. Deimos's craftsmanship just as comparable as the Lullaby's, but the sentiment wasn't the same. Not to her. "It would suit you." Maybe he'd be better at hitting with a bow than his Starbolts. "She wants you to burn my fingertips into the bow."
"I didn't argue, of course, but I do wish I could have used it." This was a compromise. It looked like the one Remi made for her originally and that would have to do. The bow was a good one. Deimos's craftsmanship just as comparable as the Lullaby's, but the sentiment wasn't the same. Not to her. "It would suit you." Maybe he'd be better at hitting with a bow than his Starbolts. "She wants you to burn my fingertips into the bow."
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
