Maeve
Maeve pursed her lips, looking her over one more time before finally seeming satisfied that there wasn't anything wrong with her. The apology did make her feel better. Even though she isn't really all that upset that she left. More upset that they had no idea where she was. "We were worried about you. I was worried." The woman stressed before she sighed and pulled her into another hug, "I'm just glad you're okay." She murmured, drawing back one more time with a soft kiss to her cheek. Maeve and Phoebe had always been close. Probably closer to each other than some of the other girls were. The relationship akin to the one's sisters share. Admittedly, the newly appointed Madame is glad she's back. If only because she so missed her company.
"Please. I want to know where exactly you've been hiding this whole time." Maeve hooked her arm with the Nightingale's leading her back towards the porch where her lunch and tea were waiting for her. Once they were both comfortably settled, tea served, and plates filed, Maeve leaned forward to take her hand, giving it a small squeeze, "Tell me everything."
"Please. I want to know where exactly you've been hiding this whole time." Maeve hooked her arm with the Nightingale's leading her back towards the porch where her lunch and tea were waiting for her. Once they were both comfortably settled, tea served, and plates filed, Maeve leaned forward to take her hand, giving it a small squeeze, "Tell me everything."
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
