Maeve
Sleep hasn't been an easy thing for her to find recently for many different reasons. Between reopening the Halenani and sorting through her own feelings with Locke it's been difficult. However, the promise of being swept away into a dream does something to ease her mind. The Madame slips into sleep easily, eager for a distraction and good company, knowing that at most she will have a good night of rest thanks to the Lullaby.
Her eyes flutter open, finding herself brought into a lush meadow that cradles her where she lays, the sky a mix between dusk and dawn above her. Maeve sits up slowly, rubbing her eyes free of sleep as she looks around, finally lighting upon Remi. Her smile is slow and sweet, a breath escaping her as she pushes up from her resting place, moving slowly through the grass as fireflies scatter around her.
For a moment she's lost in the their surroundings, spinning to take it all in, delight spreading through her chest. She always forgets just how wonderful these places can be. How beautiful. It's a special kind of gift the Lullaby possesses and the Madame thinks she wouldn't mind going if it was to the sight of this. Finally she approaches, joining him on the blanket, the skirt of her dress gathering around her legs. It's odd seeing him like this. Thinner, younger, more carefree. Maeve doesn't think she's ever seen him without a cloud of worry over his head for some reason or another.
"Remi... I swear you always outdo yourself whenever you weave dreams for me." She hums, settling beside him and peeking into the basket, eyeing the bread and wine that fills it.
Her eyes flutter open, finding herself brought into a lush meadow that cradles her where she lays, the sky a mix between dusk and dawn above her. Maeve sits up slowly, rubbing her eyes free of sleep as she looks around, finally lighting upon Remi. Her smile is slow and sweet, a breath escaping her as she pushes up from her resting place, moving slowly through the grass as fireflies scatter around her.
For a moment she's lost in the their surroundings, spinning to take it all in, delight spreading through her chest. She always forgets just how wonderful these places can be. How beautiful. It's a special kind of gift the Lullaby possesses and the Madame thinks she wouldn't mind going if it was to the sight of this. Finally she approaches, joining him on the blanket, the skirt of her dress gathering around her legs. It's odd seeing him like this. Thinner, younger, more carefree. Maeve doesn't think she's ever seen him without a cloud of worry over his head for some reason or another.
"Remi... I swear you always outdo yourself whenever you weave dreams for me." She hums, settling beside him and peeking into the basket, eyeing the bread and wine that fills it.
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
