Maeve
Maeve pays Raza little mind. Not caring one way or the other what the owner of the Hanged Man thought about her involvement with Jack. The woman could scoff and raise her brow all she wanted, but Maeve was rather content with their little arrangement. An arrangement that allowed her to enjoy his attention just like he enjoyed hers. They make an interesting pair. No matter how fucked up they might be. Maeve smirks knowingly at Jack's easy words and she has no point to argue.
Instead the Nightshade stays put, hanging onto Jack as they sail through the skies, letting her lungs fill with starlight and her belly swoop excitingly as they drift through the air. It's an experience she never thought she'd have and she's glad she gets to now.
Instead the Nightshade stays put, hanging onto Jack as they sail through the skies, letting her lungs fill with starlight and her belly swoop excitingly as they drift through the air. It's an experience she never thought she'd have and she's glad she gets to now.
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
