Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
Her laugh is soft and light as a breeze that rustles the plants around them, jade eyes shining knowingly. "Oh, most definitely. He already seems to be getting wild ideas from her about going off on adventures in the Wilds." Maeve shakes her head, a sigh catching on her lips as she gently places one of the new plants into a previously dug hole, covering it carefully with the surrounding soil. Her attention shifts back to Locke, a softness in her gaze as she regards him, "Are you back for good then? With us?"
The hope that creeps into her voice is tangible, cradling every syllable as she utters them, delicate and freshly blooming. They might have made promises in the heat of the moment, but it's the aftermath that counts. His actions that follow in this very moment. She was giving him one final out.
The hope that creeps into her voice is tangible, cradling every syllable as she utters them, delicate and freshly blooming. They might have made promises in the heat of the moment, but it's the aftermath that counts. His actions that follow in this very moment. She was giving him one final out.
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
