Maeve
Oh, she wants to play, Locke. That much is certain. Even when he glares at her from over her shoulder it does nothing but spur her on. Her eyes sparkle mischievously, sea glass green seeming brighter than usual as her head cocks to the side, a sweet smile curling on her lips. "I'd like to see you try, mon amour." She purrs, barely keeping the huff of laughter that tries to push past her lips in check as she shrugs her slender shoulders, stretching her arms above her head to show off a sliver of midriff as her tank top hikes up. "Guess you'll just have to wait and see." Maeve doesn't elaborate, leaving him to guess at what exactly she means, knowing for a fact that she's only winding him up further.
"No, I suppose they aren't the fun kind, but they're fresh and earthy." She rolls her eyes at him, huffing out a breath as she goes back to watching him work on getting their camping spot fully set up. "I'm fairly familiar with mushrooms and these definitely don't have any of those qualities, but we can double check if it makes you feel better." Not that she really blames him for worrying. It would absolutely be their luck to end up dying from mushroom poisoning on the brink of a war.
Her expression softens as she lifts her gaze to his, head tilting back against the tree, "I think she would just be glad to hear from you. I told her that you hurt your hand and that was part of it. I think I bought you some time." Maeve reassures him before she's continuing on with the rest of her tale, knowing how bad it sounds and fully ready to accept his berating for getting herself into trouble again. Not like she did it on purpose, but it seems every time they part from each other, something ends up happening, leaving her injured in some way. This time with a sprained ankle and torn up hands.
Maeve lets a small smile curl on her lips as she carefully slips her bandaged hands into his, both of them wrapped securely with now dirty bandages that surely need to be changed. "I didn't try to get myself in trouble. It just sort of happened." She can feel his irritation rolling off of him in waves and decides to behave for the time being. "I promise I'm okay."
"No, I suppose they aren't the fun kind, but they're fresh and earthy." She rolls her eyes at him, huffing out a breath as she goes back to watching him work on getting their camping spot fully set up. "I'm fairly familiar with mushrooms and these definitely don't have any of those qualities, but we can double check if it makes you feel better." Not that she really blames him for worrying. It would absolutely be their luck to end up dying from mushroom poisoning on the brink of a war.
Her expression softens as she lifts her gaze to his, head tilting back against the tree, "I think she would just be glad to hear from you. I told her that you hurt your hand and that was part of it. I think I bought you some time." Maeve reassures him before she's continuing on with the rest of her tale, knowing how bad it sounds and fully ready to accept his berating for getting herself into trouble again. Not like she did it on purpose, but it seems every time they part from each other, something ends up happening, leaving her injured in some way. This time with a sprained ankle and torn up hands.
Maeve lets a small smile curl on her lips as she carefully slips her bandaged hands into his, both of them wrapped securely with now dirty bandages that surely need to be changed. "I didn't try to get myself in trouble. It just sort of happened." She can feel his irritation rolling off of him in waves and decides to behave for the time being. "I promise I'm okay."
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
