Maeve
Her head turns quickly to look over her shoulder, that icy fear washing over her and making her scalp prickle. Maeve takes a shaky breath, looking ahead again as her head ducks down like she's trying to make herself smaller so she can disappear. The joint finds it way between her lips again and smoke burns the back of her throat with another deep inhale. It does nothing to soothe her frazzled nerves. Her fingers curl into a fist, thumb brushing across the little dagger she has tucked at her hip.
Maeve takes a quick turn down another alley, practically throwing herself into it. She throws another glance over her shoulder, trying to spot anyone following her. There isn't anyone obvious, but the feeling doesn't go away. It just gets worse. Her steps speed up, boots echoing off of the stone walls of the alley as she hurries down the narrow passage. A stack of crates is piled against the wall and she presses herself against the wall behind them, peeking through a crack towards the mouth of the alley. Whoever was following her had something else coming. That was for sure.
Maeve takes a quick turn down another alley, practically throwing herself into it. She throws another glance over her shoulder, trying to spot anyone following her. There isn't anyone obvious, but the feeling doesn't go away. It just gets worse. Her steps speed up, boots echoing off of the stone walls of the alley as she hurries down the narrow passage. A stack of crates is piled against the wall and she presses herself against the wall behind them, peeking through a crack towards the mouth of the alley. Whoever was following her had something else coming. That was for sure.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
