"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
It's what she needs. To be heard. He gives her this without thinking anything of it. Maeve gives him her reasoning and musings, relaxing into his embrace because it's simply second nature to do so even if they aren't together. Not because they don't want to be together. That's not it and she understands now. He wants her. He wants her more than anything. He wants her and their baby and their life together, but it would hurt her too much right now. It would hurt them.
It was hard to see clearly before, but it's all in focus now. It's so clear it might as well be crystal. This realization hurts too. That they can't have what they so desperately want because it would kill them in the process, seeping like poison through their veins until it stopped their hearts dead. He nuzzles against her and all those thoughts leave. Instead she's simply on the beach with a man she loves, talking about the little life they've made together, their own little star made from pieces of them both. Absolutely perfect.
Her thoughts shift to Safrin and her quest. The details of it easily given to him along with the confusion on just goes to go about getting something from a murderer. His laugh catches her off guard, but not as much as his quiet offer. Maeve doesn't turn to face him, not wanting to scare him off, but one of her hands moves to cover his. "A bit of your hair.." She says by way of response before drawing on a breath, "I know you aren't proud of what you did, but maybe this makes up for it... Because of those choices you can now give a part of yourself to keep them safe. That means something, right?"
It was hard to see clearly before, but it's all in focus now. It's so clear it might as well be crystal. This realization hurts too. That they can't have what they so desperately want because it would kill them in the process, seeping like poison through their veins until it stopped their hearts dead. He nuzzles against her and all those thoughts leave. Instead she's simply on the beach with a man she loves, talking about the little life they've made together, their own little star made from pieces of them both. Absolutely perfect.
Her thoughts shift to Safrin and her quest. The details of it easily given to him along with the confusion on just goes to go about getting something from a murderer. His laugh catches her off guard, but not as much as his quiet offer. Maeve doesn't turn to face him, not wanting to scare him off, but one of her hands moves to cover his. "A bit of your hair.." She says by way of response before drawing on a breath, "I know you aren't proud of what you did, but maybe this makes up for it... Because of those choices you can now give a part of yourself to keep them safe. That means something, right?"
Maeve
