Maeve
She was having a slow week. Something was in the water, but it seemed all of her usual callers were gone for the season. The poor girl was lonely. Which made her the prime canidate for Adam this LongNight. If anyone was up for talking, it was her. He barely has a moment to settle before she's there, running a hand over his shoulder as she rounds his chair and drops herself onto the one across from him. "Copper for your thoughts, love?" Maeve coos, giving him a sweet smile as she props her chin into her hand. Poor man looked a fucking mess. That's all right. She was well versed in handling messes.
Maeve let's her eyes run over him, not hiding the motion. Everyone is open season when coming into a place like this. It's a place for looking and touching and fucking and sharing words with strangers. It never meant anything more than what it was.
Maeve let's her eyes run over him, not hiding the motion. Everyone is open season when coming into a place like this. It's a place for looking and touching and fucking and sharing words with strangers. It never meant anything more than what it was.
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
