maevedalton:
“Oh hi there. No, sadly, I do not have a lighter. I wish I could be a great use.” She politely responds, a shrug from her frail shoulders delicately rolling off with compassion behind it. Sadly, she wish she could help but Maeve was never one to carry a lighter around.
Fenrin frowned, fingers carding through dark blond hair. "No problem," he said, more out of obligation and convention than any real kindness. "Yeah, I wish so, too."















