one step forward, two steps back

Maeve

He was such a show off. Preening and clicking at her words, making a sound that was almost like laughter and if it wasn't for the fact that she was scared of letting go she would absolutely throw something at him. He continues to show off, doing a full loop around her before landing back at the end of the bridge, shifting once more to lean against the post nonchalantly.

"This isn't helping. This is goading." She mutters and honestly if she wasn't so irritated by his smugness, she'd likely be crying by this point. Hell, there is a chance she still might cry, especially when a sharp breeze blows through, causing vines and bridge alike to sway. Maeve makes a truly pitiful sound, eyes squeezing shut to resist the urge to look down, but that makes the swaying feel worse. "You say that like I ever plan to cross this damn bridge again. Absolutely not." That was not on her current list of things to do and it likely never would be. No, she's not a princess. She's a queen, but she's queen who is very much on the verge of tears thanks to the breeze and the way her stomach rolls unhappily.

Maeve lets out a shaky breath, not moving forward another step, "Well not everyone is like you." She mutters, trying to calm her racing heart and get over the nausea that's currently twisting in her belly.

But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife