My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
She doesn't have it in herself to fight anymore and neither does he. That much is clear. She feels bad that it even escalated this far, knowing she's only caused more pain to his throat and his already frayed nerves, guilt settling heavily in the pit of her stomach. Whether or not it was done out of concern initially doesn't matter. Not when it's spiraled so out of control. Maeve takes a breath, letting it out slowly as she reaches up to wipe the tears from her cheeks, feeling irritation bubble up anew as more slip from her eyes.
"I know you do, Jata. I know." Maeve murmurs, trying so hard to soothe him now, to reassure him that she does understand even if she's done a poor job at showing it. The Madame doesn't even realize her feet are carrying her around the fire as he starts to crumple, wings wrapping around himself as if to shield him from the world that's so desperate to tear him apart, making her heart ache. She stops a couple of feet away, not daring to reach out and touch him, simply standing there as her heart beats a staccato against her ribs. "I never said I was good at making choices." Maeve huffs a half hearted laugh, shaking her head as she looks up at him, bottom lip caught between her lip.
If she was wrong for siding with him then so was everyone else. Nate, Aurelia, Locke, Ronin... So many people who were apparently shit decision makers. Maeve doesn't mention as much, though. He's had enough of her pushing and she's tired of fighting him on it. They'd likely do the same thing, but telling him that won't change his feelings on that matter. Not when he's so deep into this spiral. Not when he's so tired and angry. So fucking broken.
Maeve sighs softly, finally taking the last step forward to close the distance between them, placing her hand lightly against his back. "No, he wasn't. He was a cruel, heartless man incapable of anything more. He wasn't right about that, Jata." It's all but a whisper, voice breaking for him with her own emotion as she stands beside him, trying so hard to keep him from losing himself to this. "That doesn't mean you are him. Gaining an understanding for his actions or thoughts isn't the same thing."
"I know you do, Jata. I know." Maeve murmurs, trying so hard to soothe him now, to reassure him that she does understand even if she's done a poor job at showing it. The Madame doesn't even realize her feet are carrying her around the fire as he starts to crumple, wings wrapping around himself as if to shield him from the world that's so desperate to tear him apart, making her heart ache. She stops a couple of feet away, not daring to reach out and touch him, simply standing there as her heart beats a staccato against her ribs. "I never said I was good at making choices." Maeve huffs a half hearted laugh, shaking her head as she looks up at him, bottom lip caught between her lip.
If she was wrong for siding with him then so was everyone else. Nate, Aurelia, Locke, Ronin... So many people who were apparently shit decision makers. Maeve doesn't mention as much, though. He's had enough of her pushing and she's tired of fighting him on it. They'd likely do the same thing, but telling him that won't change his feelings on that matter. Not when he's so deep into this spiral. Not when he's so tired and angry. So fucking broken.
Maeve sighs softly, finally taking the last step forward to close the distance between them, placing her hand lightly against his back. "No, he wasn't. He was a cruel, heartless man incapable of anything more. He wasn't right about that, Jata." It's all but a whisper, voice breaking for him with her own emotion as she stands beside him, trying so hard to keep him from losing himself to this. "That doesn't mean you are him. Gaining an understanding for his actions or thoughts isn't the same thing."
Maeve
