the wolves are watching

Maeve

Maeve nods, confirming that it is in fact so. It hadn't gone at all like she thought it would. It had gone better than she could have imagined. She takes a slow draw from the cigarette, letting the smoke settle in her lungs before she exhales, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw. "Relax, beastie. Don't undo all my hard work." Maeve murmurs against his skin, nuzzling there until she feels him take a breath. Until he lets go of the tightness he's holding in his jaw. It was going to be a rough topic to speak about. She knew that. It was important though. She wanted him to know. He was the reason she went. He was the reason that the goddess regarded her with such favor. "She didn't really comment, but she seemed happy with what I mentioned about you. About our talk."

She places the cigarette back between his lips, taking the bottle instead, drawing a deep drink from it again, "The talk didn't really go how I thought it would, to be honest. We talked about love. Which... I wasn't expecting." Maeve laughs softly. He knows that it's something she wants. A family, a partner, to be the one for somebody. He knew that from the very first night they met. It's never been a secret. "I told her that I didn't want to be alone anymore." Maeve admits softly, tucking herself into his neck as the bottle rests lightly against his stomach while still in her grip.

I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up