041. the street of an unfamiliar city at night .
it’s hardly the best of places to walk alone, yet there are few places where such an hour comes tenderly or without threat. dawn is still hours away from slicing through heavy city darkness && sunset has long since been washed from waking memories, too urban of a space for the stars to manage more than occasional and weak flickers. maeve is far from naive when it comes to the ways of the world, of the dangers held amongst constant noise…
yet her work, too often, requires the privacy daylight can never offer. still it’s a good thing the cold has never affected her too badly - jacket a little too thin for standing still, bright brown eyes stuck on something in the distance even as slightest of noises alerts her to no longer being alone. ❝ careful, @shieldied. ❞ somehow scientist has no need to properly turn to know exactly whose steps seem to echo. ❝ you’ll scare the poor fox. ❞
