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Maeve

It wasn't just Locke or the Halenani. That wasn't the choice at all. Hell, it wasn't even really a choice, was it? She wanted him to live with her, but he didn't like brothels. He had his own home. She'd been living there, but did that mean she could call it hers to? Theirs? They hadn't talked about it and she didn't want to assume. Maeve took a breath, leaning into friend, taking comfort in the support she offered. "Thank you, Seren. I'm glad to know I'll always have you, at least." She murmured in response, offering her a small smile as she drew back, holding out her glass for the woman to fill up once more.

"That sounds wonderful. I could use a distraction." Maeve hummed, taking a large sip of her drink, surprised by the slight burn that it left behind as it settled in her belly. "Now, how are you planning to get your laughs, hm?"

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