Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
She sees the way his jaw feathers. The tick a dead giveaway of his irritation. Before she might have assumed it was directed at her. That he was unhappy with what she said, but she knows better now. A huff of a laugh pushes past her lips at his explanation, shaking her head, "Or it's both of us. Have you ever considered that?" Maeve questions, arching a dark brow as she challenges him to argue with her, knowing this isn't something she'll back down on.
"He wants to learn how to bake. I told him that you used to make me the best cookies. He wants to learn how to make them too." Her smile lingers just like she lingers in his space, taking a deep breath, refamiliarizing herself with him all over again.
Maeve draws back from him again, drifting towards the abandoned work, sinking back down into the soft soil of the flowerbeds. If they shared a bond, her confusion would be palpable, but after a moment it clicks. "Who? Adam?" She scoffs, shaking her head, "Not likely. He's just a friend. Besides that, he's with Pet. They're married."
"He wants to learn how to bake. I told him that you used to make me the best cookies. He wants to learn how to make them too." Her smile lingers just like she lingers in his space, taking a deep breath, refamiliarizing herself with him all over again.
Maeve draws back from him again, drifting towards the abandoned work, sinking back down into the soft soil of the flowerbeds. If they shared a bond, her confusion would be palpable, but after a moment it clicks. "Who? Adam?" She scoffs, shaking her head, "Not likely. He's just a friend. Besides that, he's with Pet. They're married."
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
