Time: 18th of May, near midnight Place: Ide’s Flat, The Loophole @herlatiibule
Though she’d never tell him, Maeve didn’t understand why Brín loved this place. The synthetic music echoed so loudly that her bones seemed to rattle in her body, and the press and stench of humans crowded in such a small space was utterly revolting. Still, the liquor was good, and from time to time Maeve did enjoy their gazes, bright, hungry - dizzy with a desire they could not control nor fully comprehend.
Another reason she deigned to go here, even without her Prince’s company, stood behind the bar counter, smiling brightly at customers, her face ageing gracefully from the wide-eyed innocent Maeve had tugged by hand through the thick foliage of the forest, manner insistent and mischievous, laughter ringing at her poor attempts at keeping up. Her delightful little plaything.
“I’m tired, Ide.” Maeve whined, mouth pressed out in a pout as she walked up to the bar. The couple she came between parted immediately, fumbling and apologetic, though they couldn’t bear to look away from her. Maeve dismissed them with a wave of her hand, her attention focused on the human girl that so easily captured the heart of their Prince.
The smile she aimed at Ide was always the same - perfect, sweet, and utterly duplicitous.
“Take me to your rooms, for I wish to rest.”