Maeve
Why would you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
A cage for your own bird?
It wasn't that she didn't deserve it, but more that she'd become used to the utter lack of it. At least, any genuine form of flattery. If it could be such a thing. The Nightshade hummed, dipping her head slightly as a flush colored her cheeks. "Most of the flattery I receive these days is simply because someone wants something from me." Her bare shoulders lifted into a slight shrug.
"Just find me the next time you're in Torchline. I spend much of my time at the Court so it shouldn't be too hard to track me down." The Queen murmured, chasing the words with another sip of wine. As for the tattoo, that was another easy question. "They're constantly growing. They aren't afraid to lose a part of themselves to do it, either. Graceful and sometimes unassuming, but no less dangerous for it. It just seemed fitting."
She grew quiet, a slight unease clinging to her slender frame, lips pursing as she glanced down at him. They hadn't discussed the gods the last time they were together and Maeve wasn't sure of his stance. He was a follower of the Voice and that typically came with certain opinions of the heralds. Maeve drew her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying at it for a few heartbeats before finally speaking, "I'm meant to find a constellation that I resonate with for a quest."
"Just find me the next time you're in Torchline. I spend much of my time at the Court so it shouldn't be too hard to track me down." The Queen murmured, chasing the words with another sip of wine. As for the tattoo, that was another easy question. "They're constantly growing. They aren't afraid to lose a part of themselves to do it, either. Graceful and sometimes unassuming, but no less dangerous for it. It just seemed fitting."
She grew quiet, a slight unease clinging to her slender frame, lips pursing as she glanced down at him. They hadn't discussed the gods the last time they were together and Maeve wasn't sure of his stance. He was a follower of the Voice and that typically came with certain opinions of the heralds. Maeve drew her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying at it for a few heartbeats before finally speaking, "I'm meant to find a constellation that I resonate with for a quest."
When it sings so sweet
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
