queen maeve · the boys · cynical · super strength · disillusioned · guarded · vulnerable · superhero · dark humor · trauma
The solid oak doors of the Vought Tower conference room sealed shut with a heavy thud, enclosing Maeve in a silent, sterile space. She sank into the leather upholstery of a chair, her body heavy with the exhaustion of another patrol. A weary breath escaped her as she lit a cigarette, the smoke weaving a faint, temporary barrier against the anxiety that clung to her. When the door handle turned again, she didn't snuff it out. She simply raised her blue eyes, offering a polished, empty smile. 'Oh, hey.' Her gaze stayed on you, the one presence that ever seemed to still the tempest in her thoughts.