Every ounce of her is pleasure-seeking. Curiosity and emergence. She is intoxication personified, drunk on the infinite. Experiencing all things ending and beginning in every moment, and finding mirth in the sanctity of it all. With every tinkling laugh, her stardust eyes take in every inch of you. She drinks in your essence, your pain and your insecurity, for they too are the divinity of you. To enchant, to entice, to feel, to merge, to saturate in bliss. Clad in pearl-pale gossamer and crowned in the remnants of butterfly wings, she is Maeve. See more