Maeve
The thing about living with someone for a season means you start to pick up on their tells. The little twitches and movements that give away there is something more is going on. She's been worried about this part. The part where she tells him that she's moving out, but that she wants him to come with her if that's what he wants. Maeve has been thinking about how she's going to do things, already deciding that she's going to limit those that she sees, only taking on those that are business arrangements. Not that she's had a chance to tell him this, but still. Maeve's smile falters as she pokes at her food, dropping her gaze to swallow against the anxiety bubbling up in her throat, "Only if you want to... I know you have a home and everything, but mine is open to you too."
She should just come out and say it. Just ask him to come with her, but now the fear of rejection swirls in her belly, tangling up the nerves that had only just started to come undone all over again, killing her appetite completely. The moment passes, their focus shifting to the fire and her talk with Sunjata. Her worries for the governor.
Locke doesn't snap. His tone isn't even harsh, but the words cut at her all the same. Maeve tightens her grip on her fork, pressing her lips into a thin line, drawing in a shaky breath in an attempt to push away the hurt. It doesn't matter that he doesn't say it. She picks it up all the same, thoroughly silencing the thought to argue back at first, but the words come anyway. "Time, help, support... Yeah, he needs all of it." Maeve mutters, unable to find it in her to raise her voice, but then he's saying that Hotaru wouldn't care if her girls were in there or not and her eyes snap up to his. Her jaw feathers, brows drawing together and creating a wrinkle, bristling at the implication. "Because she wouldn't actually hurt innocent people. If this was meant to be about Nate and Sunjata then why would she harm anyone else? Even still, it wasn't here. There was no way. It happened at the same time." And he knows this. She knows he does. Why are they even having a conversation about it in the first place? Why the fuck does it matter?
Maeve huffs out a breath, trying so desperately to reign in her irritation, to get control of the swirl of emotions that's threatening to undo that careful control she's holding onto. Why is he being like this? It makes no sense. "Yeah... They're conducting a trial. Suppose you detain who you think is guilty." Truly she has no clue. There aren't typically trials in Torchline. People get away with a lot worse in comparison, but Sunjata and Nate think it necessary either way. Who is she to question it?
Her fork lands against the edge of the plate with a soft clink, hands going into her lap as she dares to look up at him, meeting his gaze and catching a twitch of his lips that's meant to be a smile. She swallows thickly, unease thick between them, "I don't think there was every any getting away from it... All we can do is try, right? We can keep each other safe and just..." She trails off, words dying on her tongue as she looks at him, dread a cold weight in her chest. "Just try to make it through.."
She should just come out and say it. Just ask him to come with her, but now the fear of rejection swirls in her belly, tangling up the nerves that had only just started to come undone all over again, killing her appetite completely. The moment passes, their focus shifting to the fire and her talk with Sunjata. Her worries for the governor.
Locke doesn't snap. His tone isn't even harsh, but the words cut at her all the same. Maeve tightens her grip on her fork, pressing her lips into a thin line, drawing in a shaky breath in an attempt to push away the hurt. It doesn't matter that he doesn't say it. She picks it up all the same, thoroughly silencing the thought to argue back at first, but the words come anyway. "Time, help, support... Yeah, he needs all of it." Maeve mutters, unable to find it in her to raise her voice, but then he's saying that Hotaru wouldn't care if her girls were in there or not and her eyes snap up to his. Her jaw feathers, brows drawing together and creating a wrinkle, bristling at the implication. "Because she wouldn't actually hurt innocent people. If this was meant to be about Nate and Sunjata then why would she harm anyone else? Even still, it wasn't here. There was no way. It happened at the same time." And he knows this. She knows he does. Why are they even having a conversation about it in the first place? Why the fuck does it matter?
Maeve huffs out a breath, trying so desperately to reign in her irritation, to get control of the swirl of emotions that's threatening to undo that careful control she's holding onto. Why is he being like this? It makes no sense. "Yeah... They're conducting a trial. Suppose you detain who you think is guilty." Truly she has no clue. There aren't typically trials in Torchline. People get away with a lot worse in comparison, but Sunjata and Nate think it necessary either way. Who is she to question it?
Her fork lands against the edge of the plate with a soft clink, hands going into her lap as she dares to look up at him, meeting his gaze and catching a twitch of his lips that's meant to be a smile. She swallows thickly, unease thick between them, "I don't think there was every any getting away from it... All we can do is try, right? We can keep each other safe and just..." She trails off, words dying on her tongue as she looks at him, dread a cold weight in her chest. "Just try to make it through.."
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
