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@deserthaunts 
            
            (( Pleaseeeee

Maeve does not kill for pleasure.
            
            But neither does she lose sleep over it.
            
            She feeds from the guilty, yet her definition of guilt is often her own. The law calls her a murderer. Criminals call her a monster. Ordinary folk leave their doors locked when word spreads that she's nearby.
            
            Because Maeve rarely arrives without trouble following close behind.
            
            Every corpse she leaves behind bears two marks: a crimson wildflower and the stain of a painted kiss. Some see them as symbols of justice. Others see them as warnings.
            
            Maeve doesn't particularly care which.
            
            She isn't a hero.
            
            She isn't a villain.
            
            She's a force of nature wearing a black hat and a pretty smile.
            
            And wherever she rides, calamity tends to follow.

Born beneath the harsh sun of the American frontier, Maeve Callahan learned early that justice belonged to the wealthy, the powerful, and the lucky. When the person she loved was murdered and those responsible walked free, she stopped believing in laws altogether.
            
            Immortality only sharpened that belief.
            
            Over the decades, Maeve became something far more dangerous than an outlaw or bounty hunter. She roams the frontier and beyond, hunting murderers, thieves, traffickers, corrupt officials, and anyone unfortunate enough to catch her attention. Sometimes she collects the bounty. Sometimes she steals it. Sometimes she robs the very town that hired her.

❝ The difference between me and the men on my bounty posters is simple. I know exactly what I am. ❞

@gcldenthreadss 
            
            …Well aren’t you painfully perceptive. Should I applaud, or were you expecting a reward for identifying colors correctly?

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@tobehead
            ;! Here and my clumsyprince

@delusmilez 
            
            Iracebeth went still the moment his head rested against her shoulder.
            
            The reaction was nearly imperceptible — a slight tightening of her jaw, fingers curling faintly against the fabric of her sleeve — but it was there.
            
            Still, she did not shove him away.
            
            For someone raised by the Queen of Hearts, that alone bordered on confession.
            
            “…You are insufferably observant,” she said at last, voice cool despite the dangerous softness threatening beneath it. “I preferred you when you only spoke in riddles and threats.”
            
            A pause followed.
            
            Her crimson eyes drifted downward toward him briefly before returning forward again, posture remaining perfectly regal even now.
            
            “And do not compare me to my mother as though it is meant to comfort me.” The words left sharper this time. More honest. “You did not grow up watching people fear someone they were supposed to love.”
            
            Silence stretched between them afterward. Heavy.
            
            Then quieter—
            
            “If I keep certain things hidden, Lucien…” Her voice lowered carefully. “…it is because once people realize you have a heart, they immediately begin searching for ways to put knives through it.”
            
            A beat passed.
            
            The corner of her mouth curved faintly upward, though it looked more tired than amused.
            
            “And unfortunately for me, you have always been very good at finding things.”

    `` bold , maybe . but it's not like you can cut my head off . trust me  , that mother of yours has tried many times ! `` he gave a sharp grin , a slight craze look in his eyes . though , that immediately calmed as he carefully placed his head on her shoulders . light enough for her to push away if wanted .
            
            `` . . . im glad , you're noy completely like you're mother . `` he admitted quietly . `` i like that heart of yours , even if you keep it hidden deep down . `` 
            
            another beat passed before he spoke again , quieter this time .
            
            `` I don't think you hate being understood nearly as much as you pretend to . `` 
            
            lucien tilted his head slightly against her shoulder , careful — always careful in moments like this — as if he knew she could shove him away at any second and was prepared to accept it if she did .

@delusmilez 
            
            Iracebeth remained perfectly still as Lucien crowded into her space, posture straight-backed and regal even beneath the dim candlelight. The only indication she noticed the tail curling around her was the faint narrowing of crimson eyes toward him afterward.
            
            “…You speak very boldly for someone sitting this close to a future queen,” she remarked coolly, voice smooth as sharpened glass.
            
            A faint pause followed before the corner of her mouth twitched upward — not warm. Dangerous.
            
            “And no, little cat, the cruelest part of me is not hesitation.”
            
            Her gaze drifted lazily over him, theatrical and assessing in the way her mother often looked at subjects seconds before sentencing them.
            
            “It is the fact people continue approaching me despite knowing perfectly well how these stories end.”
            
            Another pause.
            
            “If I wished to be cruel, I would simply become my mother entirely.” The words left her softly, almost thoughtfully. “You would know immediately. There would be significantly more screaming.”
            
            Then her eyes settled back onto him again, sharp and possessive beneath the candlelight.
            
            “But unfortunately for my reputation, I tolerate certain nuisances.”
            
            A beat passed.
            
            “You included.”

@curiouser 
            
            / aw bb <3 pls take your time!! I’ll start writing the starter now !

*     tense / dark :3 n i promise ill reply to your other drop rn !!! 

@delusmilez 
            
            / They are LITERALLY the dark fantasy interactions I’ve been NEEDING sksjsjsjs