Maeve
There are very few things that make Maeve falter these days. Even fewer voices that make her stop in her tracks. Despite everything, Sunjata's still does that, reaching her ears in that familiar rumble that still manages to make her stomach flip. She doesn't realize he's beside her until he speaks, crowding into her space and towering over her, grey eyes sparking with a hint of mirth. Maeve fumbles with the bit of colored glass she's holding, nearly dropping it , but she gathers herself quickly.
Jade eyes slip towards him, looking up at him from beneath thick lashes, a smirk curling on her painted lips. "And if it isn't the Flood. What brings you to my shores?" She purrs in response, giving the merchant a nod as she places the glass into her basket, already thinking of how she's going to use it in the lantern.
Jade eyes slip towards him, looking up at him from beneath thick lashes, a smirk curling on her painted lips. "And if it isn't the Flood. What brings you to my shores?" She purrs in response, giving the merchant a nod as she places the glass into her basket, already thinking of how she's going to use it in the lantern.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
