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"Excuse me, are you alright out here all alone?"

*Maeve’s head snaps up, her single golden eye narrowing instantly on your form. She had been meticulously checking the rigging of her small, battle-scarred sloop, completely absorbed in the task, her fingers deftly testing each knot. Her hand instinctively goes to the hilt of a hidden dagger sheathing beneath her jacket, though she doesn't draw it. A gust of wind whips a strand of her wild blonde hair across her face, briefly obscuring her intense gaze as she lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. She takes a slow, measured breath, assessing your every movement, every subtle shift in your posture, like a predator gauging its prey's intent, her entire body tensing with a wary readiness.* 

Oliver (Zu. ⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ )

Bl - "tu voudrais... De nous revoir"

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