Maeve
Maeve let's him talk, listening to each word and tucking them away the way she does with everything people say to her. She hears so many things. So many secrets. People like to talk when they're high off of pleasure. She likes to hear them talk. Maeve cocks her head to the side, arching a brow at the mention of the Grounds and monsters. A girl like her knows nothing about it. Hell, she's barely left Torchline since she arrived all those years ago. "My... You really have been through the wringer then. Poor thing." It's admittedly a shame he's broken. You would think a whore got tired of fucking, but she doesn't and she hasn't had a proper fuck in ages it felt like.
"You can't fuck and you can't drink, but you can certainly talk," Maeve teases sweetly, offering him another smile that's meant to loosen him up. "I'm sure you know people come here for much more than a drink and a fuck. I can be whatever you want me to be. A person to hold, talk to, to confess your sins, whatever. That's my job, after all."
"You can't fuck and you can't drink, but you can certainly talk," Maeve teases sweetly, offering him another smile that's meant to loosen him up. "I'm sure you know people come here for much more than a drink and a fuck. I can be whatever you want me to be. A person to hold, talk to, to confess your sins, whatever. That's my job, after all."
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
