I would fall from grace just to touch your face
He does know what she likes. Whether it's simply for his own gain or not doesn't matter. Not when he continues to prove to have at least some of her desires in mind. Maeve gives his shoulders a squeeze as she braces there, jade eyes watching calloused fingers dance across stone, "That you do." She agrees, a smirk of her own curling on her lips, giving away her obvious delight. Except he's offering her something she can't refuse. The Nightshade nods in understanding, "I'd appreciate that."
She says with a clear sincerity. Again, motivations aside, she knows better than to turn down help if it means survival. The information for the meaning of the symbol is tucked away in the back of her mind. Especially given that she can't swim for shit still. She's trying to learn, but everyone who was meant to teach her keeps disappearing. What a fucking coincidence.
"So what does this one mean by itself?" Maeve asks, pointing to one of the newly carved symbols from her spot over his shoulder.
She says with a clear sincerity. Again, motivations aside, she knows better than to turn down help if it means survival. The information for the meaning of the symbol is tucked away in the back of her mind. Especially given that she can't swim for shit still. She's trying to learn, but everyone who was meant to teach her keeps disappearing. What a fucking coincidence.
"So what does this one mean by itself?" Maeve asks, pointing to one of the newly carved symbols from her spot over his shoulder.
Maeve
