Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
Sunjata doesn't get Nate and Maeve doesn't get Locke. Of course. That would have been way too easy, wouldn't it? And Frey liked their games. Maeve settles across from Sunjata, a slow smirk curling on her lips as she looks at him from beneath her lashes, "Awe... Are you disappointed, Jata? Don't think we'll have a good time?" It's all playful teasing. Despite everything that happened since they last saw each other, Maeve still manages to tease him, something she's always been good at. Her jade eyes slip over to Bart, head cocking to the side, causing her curls to fall over her shoulder in dark waves as she examines him slowly.
"I've run into Bart a few times. He's always such a doll, helping me out with my little projects. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" It seems that the Madame is here to play in more ways than one. Her voice dips into a purr and there is a flash of something dark in her eyes. A promise? A challenge? It's hard to truly tell.
Maeve turns her attention back to Sunjata, licking her lips before she lifts bare shoulders in a shrug, "A little bit of fun. The same as everyone else."
"I've run into Bart a few times. He's always such a doll, helping me out with my little projects. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" It seems that the Madame is here to play in more ways than one. Her voice dips into a purr and there is a flash of something dark in her eyes. A promise? A challenge? It's hard to truly tell.
Maeve turns her attention back to Sunjata, licking her lips before she lifts bare shoulders in a shrug, "A little bit of fun. The same as everyone else."
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
