Maeve
Maeve feels the start of a burn in her legs, the ache in her lungs as she pushes herself forward, feet pounding against the packed sand as she sprints towards the tree. Her gaze is centered and focused, almost unaware of Locke beside her, but then he shifts. A growl of frustration rises in her throat and without even thinking she lunges forward. Her entire body flies through the air, landing on his back and attempting to push him into the ground, uncaring of teeth or claws that he could sling back at her. Deep down she knows he wouldn't dare hurt her. Even if she was on his back.
When she makes him slow, Maeve tries to get back to her feet, scrambling to get her momentum again as she grits her teeth. She was going to win. There was no other option.
When she makes him slow, Maeve tries to get back to her feet, scrambling to get her momentum again as she grits her teeth. She was going to win. There was no other option.
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
