Maeve
Maeve bends down, scooping Edmund up into her arms and bracing him on her hip, glaring as Gideon turns his attention to her. His words are met with an icy stare and a tight lipped smile. She turns her gaze to Locke, nodding in agreement, leaning into his side as she holds Edmund against her chest. "I think that would be best." She agrees quietly, quickly taking in the others that were still lingering there. Hopefully they got the clue and scattered too.
That was until a sudden burst of light and flame. An image of a girl on fire. Red hair mixing with the orange of the flames as she lifted an accusatory finger towards the priest, hissing out the word, "Liar." She tries her best to shield Edmund from the view as they quickly leave the square.
Maeve is out withLocke and Edmund to follow!
That was until a sudden burst of light and flame. An image of a girl on fire. Red hair mixing with the orange of the flames as she lifted an accusatory finger towards the priest, hissing out the word, "Liar." She tries her best to shield Edmund from the view as they quickly leave the square.
Maeve is out with
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives
you learn to lick it off of knives
