Maeve
The time of day really holds little sway over the Madame. She's always been more of a night owl than anything. It isn't surprising that she's still up and about. Even if she wasn't inclined to sleep during the day and exist primarily at night, the Madame wouldn't be able to rest anyway. Not with all the thoughts buzzing in her head, not with the way her bed is permanently empty when it's time to turn in, and not with the news she's yet to tell anyone other than Aurelia. No, she wouldn't be sleeping at all.
Sunjata only has to wait a moment before the door is opening, the warm interior greeting him along with Maeve, a small smile on her lips. She looks tired. Dark smudges under her eyes that aren't just from makeup and her skin seems a touch paler than usual. Clothed in a loose pair of cotton pants, sock on her feet, and a cardigan wrapped around her slender frame to finish it all off. A fire crackles in the hearth, warming the space just like Jata predicted, keeping out the chill of the cool night air.
"Jata... Come in." Maeve murmurs, stepping aside for him to enter, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Lazily Aidon lifts his head, rumbling in greeting before dropping his head back onto his crossed paws, tail flicking back and forth as he rests in front of the fire.
Sunjata only has to wait a moment before the door is opening, the warm interior greeting him along with Maeve, a small smile on her lips. She looks tired. Dark smudges under her eyes that aren't just from makeup and her skin seems a touch paler than usual. Clothed in a loose pair of cotton pants, sock on her feet, and a cardigan wrapped around her slender frame to finish it all off. A fire crackles in the hearth, warming the space just like Jata predicted, keeping out the chill of the cool night air.
"Jata... Come in." Maeve murmurs, stepping aside for him to enter, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Lazily Aidon lifts his head, rumbling in greeting before dropping his head back onto his crossed paws, tail flicking back and forth as he rests in front of the fire.
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
