too close to the sun

Maeve

"Oooh... So it's a date now? Adam! I thought we were just friends. This is so sudden." Then she's laughing as she rolled onto her back for a second, clutching her belly as she giggled. Finally, she got control of herself and rolled back to face him, fingers finding their way back into his hair where she started to scratch at his scalp once more. Now that she was touching him it was hard to stop for whatever reason. Maybe because he seemed to relax under it so much. "I love to dance. I'm a pretty good partner. I have no doubt I could keep you from making a fool of yourself."

It was a sentiment she understood well. She didn't much care for what the gods did. All their squabbling and meddling. His confession made her sober and she sighed softly, pursing her lips for a moment, "You know... We get plenty of Ascended who come in here. They still partake and from what I've heard and experienced they still have a good time. I'm sure you could figure it out with your husband." She meant it too. They couldn't fuck in the traditional sense, but they made it work.

Maeve felt her cheeks flush and she laughed softly, a smile curling on her lips as he complimented her style. "I know it isn't how people normally dress here in Torchline, but I've always been a bit dramatic. What's the point of looking like this and not dressing to fit?"

when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives