how i wonder what you are

Maeve

Maeve snorts out a laugh at his admission, "You would be the type." She teases about his hunting and eating when shifted. Maeve supposes there is something easy about that. Not that the Nightshade would have any real idea. Much like his husband, Maeve prefers her food brought to her on a plate already. No killing of her own involved.

Now, she isn't unused to seeing Remi in good moods. Hell, she's one of the few that does, she thinks. This is different. Softer and lighter than he's been with her in ages. Her own smile reflects his as she leans lightly against him, her sweater keeping their skin from touching as she does so, tilting her head up towards the sky to follow his finger. "I didn't know about that one." She murmurs thoughtfully. "Is it based on any truth?" Maeve isn't sure if it is or not, but the story is a beautiful one. Even if a bit sad.

"I'm mostly familiar with the ones over Torchline. Like Hydra and Siren." Her jade eyes scan the night sky, spotting the sea serpent and pointing it out. "There he is."

'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater