Maeve
Guess. The word echoes through her mind and she looks down at the box, brows knitting together. Red, humming, and the scent of flowers. What could it actually be? She hears Melita offer the answer 'perfume' and she thinks it's a good guess. The humming reminds her of bees buzzing through the garden at the Halenani. The smell reminiscent of the honeysuckle that Phoebe was so fond of growing. It makes her think of honey spread on warm croissants, mixing with melted butter and spreading sweet over her tongue.
Maeve smiles softly at the thought of afternoon tea on the porch with Phoebe and she has her answer. "Honey. I think it's honey." She finally says with a decisive nod. Whether or not that is true will be revealed, but she feels good with her answer.
Maeve guesses honey!
Maeve smiles softly at the thought of afternoon tea on the porch with Phoebe and she has her answer. "Honey. I think it's honey." She finally says with a decisive nod. Whether or not that is true will be revealed, but she feels good with her answer.
Maeve guesses honey!
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
