Maeve
"I'm right there with you. Oh, hi Kamaria.. Don't mind me. Just having a cuddle party with your dad." She snorts out a laugh, shaking her head as she feigns a wince, "Yeah, not on my list of things to do." Maeve returns his grin, giving herself one last look in the mirror before he's wrapping his arm back around her tiny form and ushering her from the room. Her bare feet hardly make a sound against the floor as they slip back down to the living room. The fire has died down, but still crackles in the hearth, casting the room in a warm glow. Her clothes are scattered across the floor by the couch and she takes a moment to quickly fold them before joining him.
Her fingers sink into the fur he offers, bundling it up in her arms, "Then make me a nest, beastie. I'm ready to cuddle." She hums, tossing him an easy wink and wrapping the fur around her shoulders as she lingers near the fire. Maeve lets him make their palette, watching as he spreads blankets and furs out in front of the fire place, building them quite the nest. Only when he seems to have finished does she approach.
Her fingers sink into the fur he offers, bundling it up in her arms, "Then make me a nest, beastie. I'm ready to cuddle." She hums, tossing him an easy wink and wrapping the fur around her shoulders as she lingers near the fire. Maeve lets him make their palette, watching as he spreads blankets and furs out in front of the fire place, building them quite the nest. Only when he seems to have finished does she approach.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
