Maeve
So the legend goes, but Maeve thinks that the only real protector that occasionally lurks in the depths of the ocean is Remi when he decides to stretch his tentacles. Maeve doesn't say this, however. The Nightshade simply hums in agreement, lips twitching into a faint smile as her fingers brush idly through his curls. "He absolutely is a good snake." Maeve confirms, giving him a gentle squeeze.
A laugh bubbles from her chest at her son's clear concern over the constellation's seemingly missing head. "Not missing, love. Just faint. You can barely see the stars here." Maeve traces a series of five stars that form the neck and the head combined, their light much dimmer than the rest of its body in this part of the sky. "See? It's right there."
A laugh bubbles from her chest at her son's clear concern over the constellation's seemingly missing head. "Not missing, love. Just faint. You can barely see the stars here." Maeve traces a series of five stars that form the neck and the head combined, their light much dimmer than the rest of its body in this part of the sky. "See? It's right there."
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
