Maeve
Maeve sighs as she places a kettle over the fire, toeing off the heels she's wearing with a groan as her aching feet finally get a rest. She just got off the floor not even thirty minutes prior to the knock on her door. A curse tumbles past her lips and the Madame moves towards the door with a huff, footsteps echoing across the wooden floor. She pulls open the door, prepared to tell whoever it is to fuck right off, but she's met with the sight of Locke and the irritation instantly vanishes. "I wasn't expecting you tonight. Come in." She breathes, stepping back from the door so he can step inside and close to behind her.
"I just finished up for the night. Was going to make some tea. Would you like some?" Her curls move away from her neck for a moment the choker he got her that first night is clearly visible on her neck. The silver of the metal and the black gems standing out starkly against her pale skin. Maeve disappears behind the screen and the rustling of fabric fills the room along with the crackling of the fire. She reappears a moment later in one of her many robes. The fabric hangs open, showing off the oversized linen shirt she has on underneath as she finally moves over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. "You like nice... Staying out of trouble?"
"I just finished up for the night. Was going to make some tea. Would you like some?" Her curls move away from her neck for a moment the choker he got her that first night is clearly visible on her neck. The silver of the metal and the black gems standing out starkly against her pale skin. Maeve disappears behind the screen and the rustling of fabric fills the room along with the crackling of the fire. She reappears a moment later in one of her many robes. The fabric hangs open, showing off the oversized linen shirt she has on underneath as she finally moves over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. "You like nice... Staying out of trouble?"
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
