I would fall from grace just to touch your face
The gifting of flowers was a common courting practice, but Maeve didn’t see it that way. At least, not right now. Perhaps should she look back, the Nightshade would realize what he was doing in that moment, but as it is, she doesn’t put two and two together. The flower is put away and her challenge is laid out.
He shivers and she smirks, pleased with the reaction and the stumble, preparing to strike again. Except he’s ready for her. He sweeps a leg beneath her, sending her sprawling with a yelp, hitting the ground hard. The hair is knocked from her lungs again, the back of her skull throbbing from the impact on the packed earth, eyes watering as she struggled to suck in a breath. Her brain struggling to remember just how to make her breathe. It wasn’t that the Nightshade underestimated him. She definitely didn’t, but the kick caught her off guard in more ways than one.
”Fucking hell. I’ll give you that one..” Maeve hissed, bringing a hand up to rest on her belly, trying to catch her breath.
~FIN <3~
He shivers and she smirks, pleased with the reaction and the stumble, preparing to strike again. Except he’s ready for her. He sweeps a leg beneath her, sending her sprawling with a yelp, hitting the ground hard. The hair is knocked from her lungs again, the back of her skull throbbing from the impact on the packed earth, eyes watering as she struggled to suck in a breath. Her brain struggling to remember just how to make her breathe. It wasn’t that the Nightshade underestimated him. She definitely didn’t, but the kick caught her off guard in more ways than one.
”Fucking hell. I’ll give you that one..” Maeve hissed, bringing a hand up to rest on her belly, trying to catch her breath.
~FIN <3~
Maeve
