LOCKE
"Oh I'm sure you will. You'll have to bring me along for some of it." He gives her a grin, glad to be back into their more usual lock and step. He doesn't like heavy shit. Doesn't like how heavy things have been. Her arm slips into his and he squeezes it for a moment. The walk isn't long and sure, it's not the nicest part of town but Locke is well enough liked that no one bothers them.
"But I like my flower crown. I feel pretty." He pouts at her as he leads her up the steps to his apartment. "Maybe Frey will make it into something special for me. Or something. I haven't quite figured out how to woo gods yet." Maybe he could ask Seren. Remi owes him a similar favor but he's not keen on cashing it in at the moment. Maybe one day though.
When they reach the apartment, it drips with Maeve's touches. Locke had very little in the way of things before she moved in. "Give me a minute and I'll get it. Can dry off and make some tea if you want. I don't think Maeve will mind you using her stuff."
"But I like my flower crown. I feel pretty." He pouts at her as he leads her up the steps to his apartment. "Maybe Frey will make it into something special for me. Or something. I haven't quite figured out how to woo gods yet." Maybe he could ask Seren. Remi owes him a similar favor but he's not keen on cashing it in at the moment. Maybe one day though.
When they reach the apartment, it drips with Maeve's touches. Locke had very little in the way of things before she moved in. "Give me a minute and I'll get it. Can dry off and make some tea if you want. I don't think Maeve will mind you using her stuff."
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
