Maeve
Neither of them run. They stay planted right here. Their roots having grown stronger since their first confessions last season because that's when this really all started. That night on the beach. While they might not have been fully committed or even really trying, that's when the seed was sown. They've been tending to it carefully now, watering it and feeding it, makig sure to give it proper attention. They weren't fucking around this time. They meant it. Her eyes drift up to his as they flutter open and her fingers tighten at his shoulders. She's so tired. Bone weary exhaustion weighing heavily on her, but she's trying hard to push through for him. Until they can both rest. Just a little longer.
Her expression softens and she does reach up to cup his cheek this time, brushing her thumb across his damp skin as she smiles gently up at him, "But nothing happened to me. I'm okay and you're okay." Mostly. His hands were fucked up, but they could heal. They would heal with time. She sighs as he gives her one final kiss before withdrawing from her embrace to dry himself off. Maeve follows after him, wrapping a towel around her body before rooting around in the cabinet for the first aid kit. She finds it after a moment, setting it down on the counter and opening it up, grabbing the antiseptic and bandages along with a bit of gauze to sterilize the cuts.
Carefully she wets the gauze, "It's going to sting, but I doubt I need to tell you that." Maeve murmurs, pressing it to his skin after a moment, carefully cleaning the woods and waiting for majority of the bleeding to stop before she moves on to bandaging him up. She goes slowly, making sure to handle his hands with care as she wraps them, applying a bit of tape to hold it all in place once she's finished. "There.." Maeve brings them up to press a kiss against his hand before tugging him out of the bathroom and towards the small bedroom. It takes only moments to dress, pulling on one of his loose shirts as her pajamas before she's crawling into bed. "Come lay with me."
Her expression softens and she does reach up to cup his cheek this time, brushing her thumb across his damp skin as she smiles gently up at him, "But nothing happened to me. I'm okay and you're okay." Mostly. His hands were fucked up, but they could heal. They would heal with time. She sighs as he gives her one final kiss before withdrawing from her embrace to dry himself off. Maeve follows after him, wrapping a towel around her body before rooting around in the cabinet for the first aid kit. She finds it after a moment, setting it down on the counter and opening it up, grabbing the antiseptic and bandages along with a bit of gauze to sterilize the cuts.
Carefully she wets the gauze, "It's going to sting, but I doubt I need to tell you that." Maeve murmurs, pressing it to his skin after a moment, carefully cleaning the woods and waiting for majority of the bleeding to stop before she moves on to bandaging him up. She goes slowly, making sure to handle his hands with care as she wraps them, applying a bit of tape to hold it all in place once she's finished. "There.." Maeve brings them up to press a kiss against his hand before tugging him out of the bathroom and towards the small bedroom. It takes only moments to dress, pulling on one of his loose shirts as her pajamas before she's crawling into bed. "Come lay with me."
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
