I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Little did she know that there would be no finding a balance because soon Locke would be no where to find. How could she fix their relationship when he disappeared? Again. The Nightshade doesn't know the heartbreak that's coming for her. The loneliness. The all consuming feeling of 'not enough'. Never enough. No, she's not aware it's coming for her again. Instead she's in this little moment, enjoying the closeness of another human being, even if it's just a haircut.
"I hope so. I want us to be a family. A good one for Edmund. Both of us had such fucked up childhoods and that's the last thing I want for him." Maeve murmured, drawing in a shaky breath that she let out just as slowly, looking down at her son in his basinet with Aidon's head resting on the edge. She grew quiet, straightening up so that Ray can work more easily, letting a comfortable silence surround them.
Only when Ray finished did Maeve move again, running her fingers through her hair and instantly noting the missing length even though much hadn't been taken off to begin with. "Thank you. It feels good. Better." She didn't need to look in a mirror to know it. Maeve turned to Ray, patting he spot beside her, "Would you like to hold him?"
"I hope so. I want us to be a family. A good one for Edmund. Both of us had such fucked up childhoods and that's the last thing I want for him." Maeve murmured, drawing in a shaky breath that she let out just as slowly, looking down at her son in his basinet with Aidon's head resting on the edge. She grew quiet, straightening up so that Ray can work more easily, letting a comfortable silence surround them.
Only when Ray finished did Maeve move again, running her fingers through her hair and instantly noting the missing length even though much hadn't been taken off to begin with. "Thank you. It feels good. Better." She didn't need to look in a mirror to know it. Maeve turned to Ray, patting he spot beside her, "Would you like to hold him?"
Maeve
