I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
"It isn't about the sex!" Her voice pitches up higher than she wants it too, ringing out in the otherwise quiet of the Slagveld and she draws in a sharp breath, shaking her head as she paces a few steps. Maeve turns her back to him for a moment, hands running through her hair before they're dropping back down to her sides as she swallows thickly. She didn't want to fight with him. It was never meant to be a fight, but her heart aches. The wounds from Nate's words having barely stopped bleeding. Her shoulders slump forward and she turns back towards him, eyes glassy. "I thought we were friends, Jata... I- I thought that even after you would-" Maeve's words catch in her throat, struggling to push past her lips as tears threaten to spill down her cheeks.
"I was good to you! I helped with Kamaria, I helped you, I did everything I could to support you in that time. I thought that if anything we were friends. That at least I could have that." There isn't anymore heat in her voice. Just hurt. The words strained and tight as she looks over at him, icy green eyes swimming with tears just as his are swimming with confusion. "But you told Nate about me and you don't even care about what he said to me! How could you be okay with that? After everything I did?" She doesn't even know if she wants the answer to the question. If she really wants to know what he thinks. If he finds the things his husband said acceptable.
"I was good to you! I helped with Kamaria, I helped you, I did everything I could to support you in that time. I thought that if anything we were friends. That at least I could have that." There isn't anymore heat in her voice. Just hurt. The words strained and tight as she looks over at him, icy green eyes swimming with tears just as his are swimming with confusion. "But you told Nate about me and you don't even care about what he said to me! How could you be okay with that? After everything I did?" She doesn't even know if she wants the answer to the question. If she really wants to know what he thinks. If he finds the things his husband said acceptable.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
