LOCKE
Honestly the pirate thing is pretty far down on his list of things he really cares about at this point. She's alive, despite everything and he could want for nothing more. He gives her a lop-sided grin, entirely too boyish on his scarred face. "I've changed a lot. Family man, follow the gods, that kinda shit. Haven't stolen anything in at least a fortnight." Or rather, anything anyone would miss.
"His name is Edmund. Maeve picked it out." He laces his fingers together behind his back for a moment, looking at her. "He has your knack for wandering off and going on adventures without telling me where exactly he's going." And no one else seems to have a problem with this but him. Who knew he'd be the protective parent..
"What about you? Any men or women I need to know about?"
"His name is Edmund. Maeve picked it out." He laces his fingers together behind his back for a moment, looking at her. "He has your knack for wandering off and going on adventures without telling me where exactly he's going." And no one else seems to have a problem with this but him. Who knew he'd be the protective parent..
"What about you? Any men or women I need to know about?"
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
