I don't trust nobody
During his confession, she finds herself laying on her back, fingers curling themselves into the hair at the crown of her head. It's almost a self soothing reaction at this point. If she closes her eyes and doesn't think about it then it almost feels like someone else playing with her hair. How pathetic is that? Maeve turns her faces towards him and under the now rising mood she looks otherworldly. Her pale skin glowing under the moonlight stands out in stark contrast against the inky black strands of her hair.
His heartache resonates with her and she finds herself reaching for him even though he can't really feel her touch. Her fingers find his hand, holding it gently as they both lay on her blanket. Him looking at the stars and her looking at him before her own eyes find themselves drawn towards the heavens. "I doubt it was because he didn't want to... He probably didn't want to hurt you. If it seemed like he cared so much maybe he thought that was the best way. The way that would hurt the least." She suggested softly, giving his hand a squeeze in what was meant to be reassurance.
As the conversation shifted, Maeve kept a hold of his hand. Perhaps out of her own selfish need for physical contact or something else. She doesn't know. "That fickle bitch. What does she have against sex or just feeling?" Maeve huffed, shaking her head as her brows knitted together, annoyance directed towards the sky as she had no where else to put it. "You should try it again sometime... We have men who work their too. If you were interested."
His heartache resonates with her and she finds herself reaching for him even though he can't really feel her touch. Her fingers find his hand, holding it gently as they both lay on her blanket. Him looking at the stars and her looking at him before her own eyes find themselves drawn towards the heavens. "I doubt it was because he didn't want to... He probably didn't want to hurt you. If it seemed like he cared so much maybe he thought that was the best way. The way that would hurt the least." She suggested softly, giving his hand a squeeze in what was meant to be reassurance.
As the conversation shifted, Maeve kept a hold of his hand. Perhaps out of her own selfish need for physical contact or something else. She doesn't know. "That fickle bitch. What does she have against sex or just feeling?" Maeve huffed, shaking her head as her brows knitted together, annoyance directed towards the sky as she had no where else to put it. "You should try it again sometime... We have men who work their too. If you were interested."
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
