Maeve
Long fingers find their way into her hair, trailing through still damp curls as she snuggles against him. Maeve tucks her head under his chin, finger tips tracing over new and old scars alike on his chest as she thinks. "I don't know my real name." She starts with that. It isn't a huge secret, but only a few people know what she named herself. Sunjata is one of them and she wants Locke to be one too. "My mother left when I was really young. I wasn't even three yet. I know she had a name for me. She had to of, but my father never used it. Just called me girl all the time." Her voice is soft in the quiet of the room, mingling with the crackling of the fire as she draws her bottom lip between her teeth.
That familiar tightening starts in her chest and she draws in a breath, pushing that feeling away. It did nothing for her to dwell on it. Not when she couldn't change anything. "When I started working at fifteen for another brothel on the island I had to pick a name. I went with Maeve." She sighs softly, lips quirking into a slight smile, "It means to intoxicate. It became more fitting as I got older." A laugh bubbles up in her chest, the sound almost hollow. It isn't all that funny, but she's not sure of what else to do.
That familiar tightening starts in her chest and she draws in a breath, pushing that feeling away. It did nothing for her to dwell on it. Not when she couldn't change anything. "When I started working at fifteen for another brothel on the island I had to pick a name. I went with Maeve." She sighs softly, lips quirking into a slight smile, "It means to intoxicate. It became more fitting as I got older." A laugh bubbles up in her chest, the sound almost hollow. It isn't all that funny, but she's not sure of what else to do.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
