Maeve
She nods in return. Some do. Some don't. Like she always says, she's whatever they need her to be. That's her lot in life. Maeve flicks her eyes to him, regarding him from beneath her lashes as she organizes her cards after discarding a couple. Well, perhaps her luck isn't all bad after all. "I prefer silver when it comes to metals and I like black. Do with that what you will," Maeve drawls, lips curling into a smile as she lays her cards down. A royal flush. He definitely should come back. Actually learn why she's considered the best here. It's not just for her snatch. Although, that is a big reason.
"Definitely. I can see it now. Hair sun bleached and one of those absurdly fancy coats. I'm not made for violence. To be a queen, perhaps, but not for all that other stuff. You never asked me another question."
"Definitely. I can see it now. Hair sun bleached and one of those absurdly fancy coats. I'm not made for violence. To be a queen, perhaps, but not for all that other stuff. You never asked me another question."
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives
you learn to lick it off of knives
