I would fall from grace just to touch your face
It's a delicious sort of back and forth. One that Maeve's been craving. There are so few who match her step for step. She hums in response, taking her borrowed and now stolen dagger from Jack, slipping it into a spare sheath on her belt. "Two compliments in a row? My my my... Keep it up, Jack. I'm starting to think you like me." The Nightshade teases, her words coming out a purr as she trails after him, wondering what exactly he's spotted.
Her hands brace lightly against his shoulders as she bends down, brows knitting together as she concentrates on the newly carved symbol. "Some, but I could stand to learn more. I knew enough to read the note for the meeting." She licks her lips, a dark brow arching at his words, "Are you offering to teach me?"
Her hands brace lightly against his shoulders as she bends down, brows knitting together as she concentrates on the newly carved symbol. "Some, but I could stand to learn more. I knew enough to read the note for the meeting." She licks her lips, a dark brow arching at his words, "Are you offering to teach me?"
Maeve
