Maeve
Locke isn't around. Not in that capacity. Nor does she know about the proposition that was presented to him. Had she known, the Nightshade might have pushed for it to happen, but alas. She was in the dark. How fitting. It was where she thrived, after all. Maeve hums quietly in return, "Nostalgia has a way of bringing us to our old homes, doesn't it?" She murmurs, huffing a quiet laugh as she goes to slip away from the stall, but she doesn't go far. Only a few steps as to not block it from anyone else interested in browsing the wares there. "That I do know. Come to take a late night dip, beastie?" Maeve arches a dark brow, a smirk curling on her lips as she adjusts her hold on the basket just as his eyes drop to it.
"Just taking some time for myself. Getting a few things to make a lantern for the festival." It's a simple enough response. One that he could press into if he was so inclined, but she's not sure if he is inclined. Maeve looks up at him once more, "Care to join me?"
"Just taking some time for myself. Getting a few things to make a lantern for the festival." It's a simple enough response. One that he could press into if he was so inclined, but she's not sure if he is inclined. Maeve looks up at him once more, "Care to join me?"
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
