Maeve
Why would you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
A cage for your own bird?
She should have guessed that Amun did nothing in halves. A bright smile finds its way to painted lips as she stands, dipping into a low curtsy of her own as he bows, ”You’re too kind.” The Nightshade insists, taking the flowers from him gingerly, inspecting the blooms. Normally she hated roses, but she’s willing to make an exception as she notices the white petals of the other flower. Her brows raise, jade eyes flicking up to his as a smirk moves to replace the smile. ”They’re absolutely beautiful. Especially the hemlock. I love them.”
The tips of her fingers dance a hair’s breadth away from the poisonous blooms, tracing the outline of one delicately before she moves to set the vase down carefully on the blanket with the rest of their picnic. ”How did you know I was a fan of snakes too?” She asks, taking his hand and tugging him towards the blanket, lowering herself so that she might sit for a moment.
Maeve reaches for the two glasses, knowing that Amun didn’t really need to drink, nor would he feel the effects of the wine, but that wasn’t the point. It was a night of indulgences as far as she was concerned.
The tips of her fingers dance a hair’s breadth away from the poisonous blooms, tracing the outline of one delicately before she moves to set the vase down carefully on the blanket with the rest of their picnic. ”How did you know I was a fan of snakes too?” She asks, taking his hand and tugging him towards the blanket, lowering herself so that she might sit for a moment.
Maeve reaches for the two glasses, knowing that Amun didn’t really need to drink, nor would he feel the effects of the wine, but that wasn’t the point. It was a night of indulgences as far as she was concerned.
When it sings so sweet
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
