Maeve
Her laugh was bright and sudden, making her nose wrinkle and her eyes light up with mirth. It passes after a moment, a smile still tugging on her lips, "You know, fair point. I wasn't even considering that bit." Maeve huffs, shaking her head as she tries to grow more serious. It doesn't really work, but levity it brings to the conversation is appreciated. Her eyes meet him, the soft green of her irises seeming to lighten as she relaxes further. As strangely as their relationship began, it was slowly shifting into something else and with it came a sense of comfort that she willingly sunk in to.
"What if you only met the second one because you were on the outs with the first one? Who you later made up with before they decided to ship off to Stormbreak to become a dragoon leaving you with no one but the second one?" She poses the question to him, bottom lip finding it's way between her teeth for a moment. "Not to mention that the second one is currently recovering from his wife leaving him and his husband going on a trip that he may never come back from and you know you're only meant to be a distraction. What do you do then?" Maeve finally looks back at him, arching a brow as she waits for him to possibly provide some kind of answer to that because she has no fucking clue what she's doing.
She sighs, still fidgeting with her necklace as her eyes hold his, "I've never understood how love was so hard to come by in a world where people are so desperate for it." Maeve admits, voicing something she's been trying to puzzle out for years at this point.
"What if you only met the second one because you were on the outs with the first one? Who you later made up with before they decided to ship off to Stormbreak to become a dragoon leaving you with no one but the second one?" She poses the question to him, bottom lip finding it's way between her teeth for a moment. "Not to mention that the second one is currently recovering from his wife leaving him and his husband going on a trip that he may never come back from and you know you're only meant to be a distraction. What do you do then?" Maeve finally looks back at him, arching a brow as she waits for him to possibly provide some kind of answer to that because she has no fucking clue what she's doing.
She sighs, still fidgeting with her necklace as her eyes hold his, "I've never understood how love was so hard to come by in a world where people are so desperate for it." Maeve admits, voicing something she's been trying to puzzle out for years at this point.
I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
