#( maxima in early s1: double cross me this early and I'll drown you in the shallow water myself 🥰 )

[mercysought]

❝ Assume I’m looking out for myself and you’ll figure it out. ❞ ( this is too them not to send so silver for maxima... i'm thinking early days on nassau? )

the banner saga 1 // accepting // @immobiliter

The heavy smoke is exhaled, pulled in enough to burn the back of her throat and once out the scent of tobacco fills the air, obscuring her face for a moment through a thick cloud of grey mixing with the few sun rays that pierce through the cot that they had been meeting in. As a very busy man, Silver was hard to get a hold of, especially if he intended to make himself scarce. Unsurprising, though it was likely one of the first few times when she had to ask: what would she do in this situation and tended to find him following the same line of thought.

That same line of thought that had lent them both in this liminal space. Maxima would not deny it: it was fun.

And that much was clear through the pearly whites that finally pierced through the fog as she moved closer. Her clothes, a mix of green and white would have stood out if they were to step outside to the middle of the bustling beach. Maxima had no intention of walking into the direct sun, however, her presence there was single, and he stood right in front of her.

She leans in, her free hand first touching the side of his jaw, dark eyes focusing instead of the curls of the side of his head.

   "Keep me happy, purring" the side of her finger softly making its way down to his neck, pressing against warm and sunburnt skin. Her tongue rolls at the words, whispering softly as her nails trail onto the small hairs at the back of his neck, the side of her body coming to rest against his "like a well-fed cat in a wool blanket."

Just relax, be at rest, like a bird in a nest. Trust in me. Just in me. It was one of the first songs she had learnt as a child. A half warning and half lullaby spoken from different mouths in her earlier years. He was, after all, a costly investment that she intended to keep around for long and watch closely with more interest than she's had in anything in these past few years. But Maxima knew quite well that sometimes it was wiser to leave dead weight behind, regardless of how long you've carried it.

   "Make me assume, figure things out?" she hums, holding his face carefully, her eyes moving from his lips to his eyes, eyebrows furrowing. Her lips graze his earlobe, but her eyes remain locked on his "Well... My imagination runs wild, dearest. It is in my nature!"

And that was the crux of it all was it not? An understanding: it is not if, it is a when he would turn to sting her because Flint managed to offer him something more and leave her to drown. When and what Flint found out what he could offer to turn him against her, give him the perception of more: Maxima knew his playbook too, she had helped him write it to keep that same crew under control.

It would be interesting, to see how it all unfolded, but lest he forget it: whatever deal he would choose to take over her, the price would be dire. But he knew that, as the man that had done a deal right beneath Flint's nose she could only assume that a good dose of insanity and genius was ratling in that head of his.

But she was not Flint, and he would do well to remember that.

Taking a step back, she carefully places the wide-brim hat, lacing the green fabric under her chin. Looking back at the other, she smiles, taking a step back into the shadows where the sunrays that pierced through crooked wooden planks attempted still to pierce through "Until we speak again, Silver. I'll be most curious to hear all of your stories."