Maeve
It shouldn't be so endearing to watch the other woman's cheeks flush so prettily, but there was something about it. Maybe it was the fact that men didn't typically blush like this. Women, though? They were utterly divine when it came to their responses to flirting. Even though Maeve is fairly certain that Seren hasn't flirted a day in her life. A real crime. Guess it just meant that she was the first. "It means 'intoxicating'." She purred, shifting herself slightly closer to the other woman as her head tilted towards her, the smile on her lips shifting into something more devious and playful.
Seren tried her best to mouth the words, plush lips forming the syllables over and over again before she dared to try pronouncing them. Honestly, not too bad. The accent was a little off, but it was a good try. Maeve laughed softly, wrinkling her nose, "Very close to getting it right. C'est comme ça. It's French." She explained, repeating the phrase for her so she could hear the pronunciation again, "It means 'it is what it is'. Sounds a bit prettier the other way, no?" Maeve hummed, watching her pluck the stray flower from the patch of grass, twirling it between her finger tips.
"Safrin, huh? Where exactly did she open the path from?" Maeve asked, not nothing that she is perhaps about to open herself a can of worms. The pieces haven't clicked into place yet, but they're likely about to. Maeve gently took the flower from between her fingers, leaning over to slip it behind her head. "Hmm.. That's definitely more fitting. Didn't think you could get any lovelier, but I stand corrected."
Seren tried her best to mouth the words, plush lips forming the syllables over and over again before she dared to try pronouncing them. Honestly, not too bad. The accent was a little off, but it was a good try. Maeve laughed softly, wrinkling her nose, "Very close to getting it right. C'est comme ça. It's French." She explained, repeating the phrase for her so she could hear the pronunciation again, "It means 'it is what it is'. Sounds a bit prettier the other way, no?" Maeve hummed, watching her pluck the stray flower from the patch of grass, twirling it between her finger tips.
"Safrin, huh? Where exactly did she open the path from?" Maeve asked, not nothing that she is perhaps about to open herself a can of worms. The pieces haven't clicked into place yet, but they're likely about to. Maeve gently took the flower from between her fingers, leaning over to slip it behind her head. "Hmm.. That's definitely more fitting. Didn't think you could get any lovelier, but I stand corrected."
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
