Maeve
Why would you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
A cage for your own bird?
Maeve also knew plenty of Deimos. From Hotaru and many others. Stoic was a word that easily came to mind. Protector was another. Loyal beyond compare. Maeve knew that having someone like Deimos in her corner would be beneficial. Thus she strived to make a good impression and to let sleeping dogs lie. The Nightshade wasn't concerned with the fire that he'd caused along with Ru. No, the woman always had a different point of view in comparison to Sunjata and Aurelia. Perhaps her still lingering feelings for Hotaru influenced her, but there was nothing to be done for it.
Belial wasn't the only one interested in the other. Aidon's clawed feet found a perch on a nearby tree, head cocking to the side curiously as ember eyes blinked, watching the unknown creature with great interest. Maeve found her lips curling at the trickle of intrigue along the bond and it only grew at Deimos's declaration. "What's the saying? Something about it being a small world?" She hummed, drifting closer to follow his eyes towards the cavern entrance, bending to scoop up a smooth stone.
"I haven't actually. Although, I have always been curious about what lies inside." Maeve finally stopped about an arms length away from him, turning the stone over in her palm, "No telling what could be hiding in the shadows."
Belial wasn't the only one interested in the other. Aidon's clawed feet found a perch on a nearby tree, head cocking to the side curiously as ember eyes blinked, watching the unknown creature with great interest. Maeve found her lips curling at the trickle of intrigue along the bond and it only grew at Deimos's declaration. "What's the saying? Something about it being a small world?" She hummed, drifting closer to follow his eyes towards the cavern entrance, bending to scoop up a smooth stone.
"I haven't actually. Although, I have always been curious about what lies inside." Maeve finally stopped about an arms length away from him, turning the stone over in her palm, "No telling what could be hiding in the shadows."
When it sings so sweet
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
