Maeve
Maeve chuckles softly, shaking her head at his question, "No, love. You see, the stars are nice and bright even if they aren't clear to us." She starts to explain, fingers still running through his curls, tucking him more closely against her side. "Sometimes the clouds, the moisture in the air, and even the moonlight can make them appear more dimly." The Nightshade motions up to the moon where it's hanging in the sky, full and bright, seeming larger tonight than it had previously.
"I don't think Drago worries about his head being gone." Dropping a kiss into his curls, the Nightshade shifts slightly, urging his attention to the other portion of the sky. "Over there is Siren. What do you think she does?" Maeve traces a fingertip along a delicately cluster of stars that don't really seem to make up anything at first, but upon closer inspection there is an outline of a rock and some kind of figure resting upon it.
"I don't think Drago worries about his head being gone." Dropping a kiss into his curls, the Nightshade shifts slightly, urging his attention to the other portion of the sky. "Over there is Siren. What do you think she does?" Maeve traces a fingertip along a delicately cluster of stars that don't really seem to make up anything at first, but upon closer inspection there is an outline of a rock and some kind of figure resting upon it.
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
