My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Maeve huffed a soft laugh, shaking her head as she moved around the table to settle behind her friend, "Perhaps that true, but I would prefer if you didn't go chasing after banshees in search of conversation." She hummed, squeezing her shoulders gently before she began to comb through her hair with gentle fingers.
A dark eyebrow raised towards her hairline as she carefully began to braid back the strands from her temples, binding them in the back, "A bit distracted, huh? And just what had you so distracted?" Maeve couldn't help teasing, gathering more hair to add to the braid, creating something like a crown around the top of her head.
"I'm braiding your hair. What are you doing?" Maeve laughed, bending down to press a kiss against her cheek before she straightened up to continue her braiding.
A dark eyebrow raised towards her hairline as she carefully began to braid back the strands from her temples, binding them in the back, "A bit distracted, huh? And just what had you so distracted?" Maeve couldn't help teasing, gathering more hair to add to the braid, creating something like a crown around the top of her head.
"I'm braiding your hair. What are you doing?" Maeve laughed, bending down to press a kiss against her cheek before she straightened up to continue her braiding.
Maeve
