Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
He wasn't the only hard headed one here. Maeve didn't back down from a challenge and Locke was one of the biggest challenges in her life. Every day with him was a fight, but fuck if she wasn't willing to go to war every single day if it meant having him in her life. She smirks, making a soft sound of triumph in the back of her throat, "You should know that I'm usually right about these things."
Maeve glances back at him and the image his words paint in her mind is something she longs for. The Nightshade would happily clean a messy kitchen everyday of her life if it meant that the two of them were in it. "I don't think I'll mind it all that much. Can't be any worse than something I would do." She wraps her fingers around another weed, tugging it from the soil and tossing it to the side, shaking her head at him. "No, he hadn't been there." Only once. Shortly after Locke left when she went to look for him.
Locke shifts to join in her the flowerbed and his warmth beside her is comforting. If it wasn't for the work before her she'd likely lean into him. As it is, there are weeds to pull and flowers to plant. Except Locke has another idea. Her name falls from his lips in a hushed prayer and jade eyes snap up to his, breath catching in her throat. His fingers brush against her cheek in a featherlight caress before they're curling at the nape of her neck, tugging her forward until their lips meet.
Sunjata, Aurelia, Hotaru, Jack... None of them held a flame to this. Any feelings she held for them before couldn't compare to the love that was harbored in her heart for Locke. The father of her child. The one person who saw through all of the bullshit. He came into her life in a burst of light and heat and they burned themselves out so quickly they didn't have a chance at anything more. Not until now. Did they have to fall apart to come together like this? To finally have a chance? She kisses him with all the want she's harbored for him over the seasons, reaching up to cup his cheek as she falls forward against his chest, uncaring of the work that lays discarded around them.
Maeve glances back at him and the image his words paint in her mind is something she longs for. The Nightshade would happily clean a messy kitchen everyday of her life if it meant that the two of them were in it. "I don't think I'll mind it all that much. Can't be any worse than something I would do." She wraps her fingers around another weed, tugging it from the soil and tossing it to the side, shaking her head at him. "No, he hadn't been there." Only once. Shortly after Locke left when she went to look for him.
Locke shifts to join in her the flowerbed and his warmth beside her is comforting. If it wasn't for the work before her she'd likely lean into him. As it is, there are weeds to pull and flowers to plant. Except Locke has another idea. Her name falls from his lips in a hushed prayer and jade eyes snap up to his, breath catching in her throat. His fingers brush against her cheek in a featherlight caress before they're curling at the nape of her neck, tugging her forward until their lips meet.
Sunjata, Aurelia, Hotaru, Jack... None of them held a flame to this. Any feelings she held for them before couldn't compare to the love that was harbored in her heart for Locke. The father of her child. The one person who saw through all of the bullshit. He came into her life in a burst of light and heat and they burned themselves out so quickly they didn't have a chance at anything more. Not until now. Did they have to fall apart to come together like this? To finally have a chance? She kisses him with all the want she's harbored for him over the seasons, reaching up to cup his cheek as she falls forward against his chest, uncaring of the work that lays discarded around them.
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
