I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
It isn’t often that the Madame found someone just as quick witted as her, willing to go back and forth in such a way, but Bastien was proving to be a wonderful conversationalist in this regard. ”I can see that… Can’t help but wonder what other talents you have hidden away.” Maeve drawled, brows raising towards her hairline, head cocking to the side curiously as she regarded the artist with sharp eyes.
The laugh that bubbled out of her was bright, filling the room with an almost melodical sound, head tilting back with it. The Madame’s smirk was devious, jade gaze sparking with a mischievous playfulness, ”Oh no. You’ve caught me. I’m falling over myself just to be in your presence, maître artiste. Clearly your charm is just too much for me to resist.” She teased, wrinkling her nose at him, another peal of laughter ringing out from her at the jest.
”I think you might be right in that regard.” Maeve agreed softly, head dipping with a small nod, taking a deep breath as his words washed over her. The gods, while able to pull strings and guide their followers down certain paths, couldn’t predict the future. None of them could.
The laugh that bubbled out of her was bright, filling the room with an almost melodical sound, head tilting back with it. The Madame’s smirk was devious, jade gaze sparking with a mischievous playfulness, ”Oh no. You’ve caught me. I’m falling over myself just to be in your presence, maître artiste. Clearly your charm is just too much for me to resist.” She teased, wrinkling her nose at him, another peal of laughter ringing out from her at the jest.
”I think you might be right in that regard.” Maeve agreed softly, head dipping with a small nod, taking a deep breath as his words washed over her. The gods, while able to pull strings and guide their followers down certain paths, couldn’t predict the future. None of them could.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
