Maeve
A resounding crack echoes down the beach. That tell tale sonic boom from the Nightshade's whip warning anyone with half a braincell to stay far, far away from her today. Since the news of Phoebe's arrival and the disaster that had followed, the Queen's typically sweet disposition was downright foul, eyes stormy and lips set into a thin line. Yes, staying out of her way would be a rather smart move, but not everyone in Torchline is smart. Nor do they know the Queen well enough to realize the monsoon they're about to walk into.
Lashing out again at the fallen tree, another flash of flame chars the already blackened wood, embers flaring across the surface as she growls out her frustrations. This was getting her absolutely no where. She wanted to hit something that fought back, damn it.
Lashing out again at the fallen tree, another flash of flame chars the already blackened wood, embers flaring across the surface as she growls out her frustrations. This was getting her absolutely no where. She wanted to hit something that fought back, damn it.
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
