Maeve
Maeve releases him so he might get a bit closer, but she's ready to reach out and grab him if she needs too, unwilling to even let there be a chance he could get hurt out here. A quiet hum barely loud enough to be heard over the water pushes past her lips and she smiles softly, encouraging the thought process as she gives a small nod, "That's a part of it." Maeve confirms, but at his next question her brows knit together and she kneels down, taking his hand and brushing her thumb through the condensation that's collected on his palm.
"No, starlight. It isn't crying. What could it possibly have to be upset about? What could make it cri?" She poses another set of questions, arching a dark brow as she releases him so he can turn back towards the water, examining the rainbows the fine mist creates as it falls through the pale Deepfrost rays of sun.
"No, starlight. It isn't crying. What could it possibly have to be upset about? What could make it cri?" She poses another set of questions, arching a dark brow as she releases him so he can turn back towards the water, examining the rainbows the fine mist creates as it falls through the pale Deepfrost rays of sun.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
