We were supposed to be just friends
Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in
Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in
The mention of the necklace is intriguing. Her brain files through every deal she currently has in the works, recalling if there was any talk of a necklace, but coming up short. Doesn't mean that it wasn't something for her originally. The Attuned purses her lips, another hum coming from her as she considers his offer, but not bothering to ask a follow up question.
Instead her free hand slides along his chest from the other side, slipping down into his pockets with practiced ease as she starts her search for the parcel in question. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew what she was doing, the teen likely wouldn't have known she was riffling through his pockets and it doesn't take long for her to find her prize.
She lifts it before both of them, brows scrunching in concentration before she quickly hides it away on her person. Through it all, she doesn't release him, keeping the knife at his throat. He shifts and she presses it harder before his name comes spilling past his lips. Crystalline eyes widen, the blue of her irises matching the sea that surrounds their coast as she meets his own gaze, "You're Mae-" Her mouth shuts, teeth clicking with the force of it as the realization dawns. Maeve's adopted son and Edmund's brother. Harper Quinn's only child. The bodyguard turned king who disappeared from their land. The same man who watched over her multiple times in her life when he still worked at the brothel.
"Fuck..." She hisses, shaking her head as she draws her knife back finally, sheathing it once more. Her cheeks flush, "Don't tell Edmund... He'd be pretty upset that I almost killed you." Taking a slight step away from him, almost like she'd been burned, the Attuned looks almost sheepish.
Instead her free hand slides along his chest from the other side, slipping down into his pockets with practiced ease as she starts her search for the parcel in question. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew what she was doing, the teen likely wouldn't have known she was riffling through his pockets and it doesn't take long for her to find her prize.
She lifts it before both of them, brows scrunching in concentration before she quickly hides it away on her person. Through it all, she doesn't release him, keeping the knife at his throat. He shifts and she presses it harder before his name comes spilling past his lips. Crystalline eyes widen, the blue of her irises matching the sea that surrounds their coast as she meets his own gaze, "You're Mae-" Her mouth shuts, teeth clicking with the force of it as the realization dawns. Maeve's adopted son and Edmund's brother. Harper Quinn's only child. The bodyguard turned king who disappeared from their land. The same man who watched over her multiple times in her life when he still worked at the brothel.
"Fuck..." She hisses, shaking her head as she draws her knife back finally, sheathing it once more. Her cheeks flush, "Don't tell Edmund... He'd be pretty upset that I almost killed you." Taking a slight step away from him, almost like she'd been burned, the Attuned looks almost sheepish.
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