Maeve
She can't sleep. She's tired, but she can't make herself lay still long enough to actually rest. So she's walking instead. Not towards anywhere in particular. Maeve stepped off the porch of the Halenani over an hour ago and has been walking since. Through the streets, the markets, and past the warmly lit interiors of the homes of her fellow Torchers. Her feet carry her and her mind wanders. So much has happened in the last few weeks and she's not entirely sure she's taken the time to process it all.
Jack, Delta, Locke, Adam, Aurelia, Rigby, the Wilds, Locke, Sam, Ronin, the Wilds, Aurelia.
It all seems to blur together. So much good and so much bad. She wishes her life would just pick a fucking direction at this rate.
Maeve brings the joint she's smoking up to her lips, taking a long drag from it and blowing the milky white smoke into the night air. She's not been paying attention to where she was going, only just realizing that she's in one of the seedier parts of town. Instantly her shoulders stiffen, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling as her eyes dart from place to place. Why did it feel like someone was watching her?
Jack, Delta, Locke, Adam, Aurelia, Rigby, the Wilds, Locke, Sam, Ronin, the Wilds, Aurelia.
It all seems to blur together. So much good and so much bad. She wishes her life would just pick a fucking direction at this rate.
Maeve brings the joint she's smoking up to her lips, taking a long drag from it and blowing the milky white smoke into the night air. She's not been paying attention to where she was going, only just realizing that she's in one of the seedier parts of town. Instantly her shoulders stiffen, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling as her eyes dart from place to place. Why did it feel like someone was watching her?
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
