I would fall from grace just to touch your face
His glare makes her smirk, eyes sparking mischievously as the thrill of going toe to toe with someone like Jack swirls in her belly, sparking her interest to life. That's until he goes and ruins one of her perfectly good arrows. Maeve shoots him a scathing look, heat flashing through her gaze that has very little to do with anger, "Bastard." She hisses. Truth be told, she did miss this to an extent and that's part of what pisses her off so much.
The Nightshade takes her arrows back, huffing as she puts one back into her quiver, "You offering to rectify it, Captain?" She shoots back, arching a dark brow as she holds his gaze, the jade of her eyes seeming to have grown a touch darker. "It's not a matter of time. It's the who that's the problem." Before to sleep with a stranger was different, but now that she has a title and power... It's a new concern she's having to balance. Too many people willing and eager to take advantage of such things.
"It isn't that I don't trust you." It's part of it. "Just that I think you might have a bit more luck if I come along." And this is true. Safrin is particular and Maeve knows this. If she's there to help Jack along things might go more smoothly for the Captain.
Jack manages to get a handful of it, but the action has Maeve quickly spinning, producing a dagger from seemingly nowhere to press the flat of against his throat. There is no intention to hurt and this much is clear in the way her fingers curl into his shirt, holding tightly as she presses into his space, bow having fallen to the wayside in favor of this. "Let's not forget your tongue, love. That would simply be a disservice." Maeve purrs, tilting her chin up, lips parting as a practically wicked grin curls there.
The Nightshade takes her arrows back, huffing as she puts one back into her quiver, "You offering to rectify it, Captain?" She shoots back, arching a dark brow as she holds his gaze, the jade of her eyes seeming to have grown a touch darker. "It's not a matter of time. It's the who that's the problem." Before to sleep with a stranger was different, but now that she has a title and power... It's a new concern she's having to balance. Too many people willing and eager to take advantage of such things.
"It isn't that I don't trust you." It's part of it. "Just that I think you might have a bit more luck if I come along." And this is true. Safrin is particular and Maeve knows this. If she's there to help Jack along things might go more smoothly for the Captain.
Jack manages to get a handful of it, but the action has Maeve quickly spinning, producing a dagger from seemingly nowhere to press the flat of against his throat. There is no intention to hurt and this much is clear in the way her fingers curl into his shirt, holding tightly as she presses into his space, bow having fallen to the wayside in favor of this. "Let's not forget your tongue, love. That would simply be a disservice." Maeve purrs, tilting her chin up, lips parting as a practically wicked grin curls there.
Maeve
