Maeve
”Obviously.” Maeve repeats, taking another sip of her tea, letting it warm her throat as she does her best to relax against the cushions of the couch. It’s hard to take what he’s saying as genuine, but the Madame does her best. A dark brow arches despite that, head cocking to the side, ”Is that right?” The prompt isn’t laced with anything other than curiosity. It wasn’t an opinion she thought he would have.
Quiet settles over them for but a moment as Nate shifts to set his almost empty glass down, pulling out the pad he’s been scribbling in the whole time they’ve been together, prompting Maeve to pay a bit more attention to what he has to say. ”I’m sure we can manage that. It isn’t just myself that wants my workers to be ready, but they are eager to have a plan as well.
The smile is almost unsettling. It’s the first one that he’s given her that isn’t laced with an ever present predatory nature. For a breath she almost can see how some might consider him charming, but she knows better than to let her guard down. A snake might be beautiful, but it is still a snake, willing and ready to strike whenever it sees fit. ”I would have never guessed that about you, Nate. Then again, there is plenty we don’t know about each other.” She muses softly, lips twitching into a faint smile as she ignores the obvious glint of his ring, not feeling the need to acknowledge such a thing. Her own fingers lift to her neck, thumb running across one of the dark crescent moons of her necklace, mind flitting to Locke as an ache grows in her chest and her brows knit together. The smile that was resting so prettily on her lips fades and she draws in a breath.
Quiet settles over them for but a moment as Nate shifts to set his almost empty glass down, pulling out the pad he’s been scribbling in the whole time they’ve been together, prompting Maeve to pay a bit more attention to what he has to say. ”I’m sure we can manage that. It isn’t just myself that wants my workers to be ready, but they are eager to have a plan as well.
The smile is almost unsettling. It’s the first one that he’s given her that isn’t laced with an ever present predatory nature. For a breath she almost can see how some might consider him charming, but she knows better than to let her guard down. A snake might be beautiful, but it is still a snake, willing and ready to strike whenever it sees fit. ”I would have never guessed that about you, Nate. Then again, there is plenty we don’t know about each other.” She muses softly, lips twitching into a faint smile as she ignores the obvious glint of his ring, not feeling the need to acknowledge such a thing. Her own fingers lift to her neck, thumb running across one of the dark crescent moons of her necklace, mind flitting to Locke as an ache grows in her chest and her brows knit together. The smile that was resting so prettily on her lips fades and she draws in a breath.
If you're a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier
The lonely moments just get lonelier
