wear the moon like a halo

Maeve

He straightens and she steps back, releasing his hand as she shifts the basket on her arm to a more comfortable position. Maeve allows herself to look him over once more, taking in the soft smile curling on his lips and his relaxed shoulders. His eyes seem lighter. The turmoil he's feeling no longer to close to the surface. Even if it comes back, he at least was able to have a moment of peace before he has to face what's waiting for him at home. She waves off his thanks like it's nothing, but it makes her heart swell. In the end, she's glad she was able to be there for him. That was the goal of it all. Sure, there is an attraction and a want, but the more she's around him, the more she learns. She wants to know him.

Maeve returns his smile, "Call me crazy, but I'd put up with you any day. Goodnight, beastie. I'll see you around." She hums sweetly before she's disappearing into the night, casting one last look over her shoulder to watch him slip inside. Maeve already knows she'll have to check on him. Maybe bring him something for the baby.

~FIN~

These violent delights
Have violent ends