I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Perhaps he would be trouble. Perhaps he wouldn't dare step a toe out of line. Either way, he would be perfect. Maeve would love him more than she's ever loved anything or anyone. He was her life now. Her everything. She catches Edmund's foot, rubbing the arch of it with her thumb before releasing him, smiling softly as she looks up at Ray. "He'll be perfect. He already is." Maeve murmured softly, leaning back against the back of the couch with a sigh.
The rest of the evening is passed in quiet companionship. They sit and chat and play with Edmund, sharing stories, tea, and thoughts. It's easy. Easier than Maeve was expecting, but she was grateful for it none the less. Finally, when the fire is nothing but embers and the tea has run out, they go their separate ways for the evening.
~FIN <3~
The rest of the evening is passed in quiet companionship. They sit and chat and play with Edmund, sharing stories, tea, and thoughts. It's easy. Easier than Maeve was expecting, but she was grateful for it none the less. Finally, when the fire is nothing but embers and the tea has run out, they go their separate ways for the evening.
~FIN <3~
Maeve
