Life growing up for Maria Greene wasn’t the most white picket fence type scenario for the now-assassin. It was lesser so Disney movies and picnics with her mother and father as it was wondering why Daddy got so upset when Mummy came home tripping over her own footing with her lipstick smudged. It had an effect on many parts of the assassin’s childhood, no parents meeting teachers, no trips to the beach. Though if you were to ask her about it in the present day, the likeliness was she wouldn’t say it at all bothered her.
Of course, it did. Maybe it was something irrational, but an endless itching in the back of her mind lingered that she couldn’t truly pinpoint many normal things about her childhood, but better late then never, that’s what they say.
[text]: Roses are red, violets are blue, pretty pretty pretty please take me to the carnival or so help me, I’ll maim you. I’m a poetic genius, I know. - MG
[text]: Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. - MG
After several re-sends of the final text, Maria fell mindlessly onto her couch in waiting of a reply, if anyone would be strong willed enough to put up with her of all people at a carnival, it was the man she’d just texted. Both Liam and the circus were in town, and maybe it would be nice to cross something off that bucket list she wouldn’t admit to having.