Maeve
Her chin drops down to rest on top of her knees as her body kind of curls in on its self. Not in a bad way. Just in the way that people do when they're trying to comfort themselves. Self soothing because they don't have anyone else to do it for them. Smoke trails lazily from her joint that's almost gone. That familiar hazy feeling is in her brain, but it isn't enough to calm her nerves as she listens to him talk. "You should do that... Get out. See the world. There is a lot out there. Things to do, people to see, places to go." She means it to. He shouldn't limit himself. Just like she shouldn't limit herself. Except she will because she's scared of change. Of being hurt. "Out of all the places to die, though, Torchline isn't too bad," Maeve shrugs her shoulders before stubbing out the butt of her joint in the sand.
Maeve swallows thickly, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as his words wash over her. It's a confession. A veiled one, but a confession none the less. "Not sure how? Doesn't have to be hard... Can just have her. No strings attached. No favors, no trinkets, no work. Just existing. That isn't hard, right?" Her eyes cut back over to him, cheek turning to brace against her arm as her fingers inch towards him.
Maeve swallows thickly, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as his words wash over her. It's a confession. A veiled one, but a confession none the less. "Not sure how? Doesn't have to be hard... Can just have her. No strings attached. No favors, no trinkets, no work. Just existing. That isn't hard, right?" Her eyes cut back over to him, cheek turning to brace against her arm as her fingers inch towards him.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
