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Maeve

Maeve smiled softly, leaning into Seren's loose embrace, "That's very kind of you to say, Seren. I'd like to think I'd do a good job." She murmured, dropping her head against Seren's shoulder for a moment, allowing herself this comfort. It's been a lot. Seren always had a way of providing her with gentle reassurance. It's a easy give and take that they've developed. One that she was grateful for.

She lifted her head, huffing out a soft laugh that didn't fully light up her eyes, a touch of something that edged on bitterness tinged the sound. "I never said I knew anything about love, Seren. Sex? Pleasure? Carnal desires? Yes, I know all about that. Love? I've never truly been in love until Locke." Maeve told her quietly, chewing lightly on her bottom lip, unease swirling in her belly as she took a slow breath. "Running a brothel isn't the same as another business. Especially not in Torchline. That place never sleeps. I need to be there and living there makes it easier." Especially when she's needed so often.

"I was going to ask him to come with me, but I don't know if he'll want to move out of his place." Maeve ran a hand through her hair, pushing the curls from her face, turning to look at her as uncertainty danced in her eyes.

And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death