Harper
Things have been easier since he and Jude moved in with Maeve. It's not unexpected, though the comforts they give one another are. Still, it works for them, and so Harper refuses to feel guilty for the lack of explanation they have for the eccentricities of their relationship. Not much changes in Harper's life - he still sticks to his training regime that only he is strict enough to care about, he still goes about his courtly duties as a councilman. But now, he gets to come home to another pair of hands, a baby whose growth is seen and appreciated by eyes other than his own. He feels less like a ghost in his own body, and more like a man again.
He and Maeve occupy the same bed more often than not throughout the week. It's still mostly platonic, admittedly, but it makes it easier to murmur into her dark hair the night before that the following day is to be for them. He already knows both of their schedules, knows it's a possibility for both of them, and he refuses to answer her probing questions before he drops off into the abyss of sleep.
As such he awakens first, ever an earlybird. He leaves Maeve and Jude sleeping, and goes to cook them all breakfast - Jude's, of course, being in a bottle. And then he brings it into the bedroom on a tray, where he places it on the space in the bed he'd once occupied and climbs in just enough to press small kisses to Maeve's face to encourage her into wakefulness. "We've got a full day ahead of us, Mae-bell. Rise and shine, I made omelettes." And tea, because she won't get out of bed without it, but she knows by now that he'd never make such a grave error as forgetting it. Harper's love is shown in the ways he knows people - committing anything and everything to memory, to live eternal in his mind - and he shows it every day he possibly can. Today may be a day for them, not just him or her or Jude alone, but some things can't be trained out of him.
He and Maeve occupy the same bed more often than not throughout the week. It's still mostly platonic, admittedly, but it makes it easier to murmur into her dark hair the night before that the following day is to be for them. He already knows both of their schedules, knows it's a possibility for both of them, and he refuses to answer her probing questions before he drops off into the abyss of sleep.
As such he awakens first, ever an earlybird. He leaves Maeve and Jude sleeping, and goes to cook them all breakfast - Jude's, of course, being in a bottle. And then he brings it into the bedroom on a tray, where he places it on the space in the bed he'd once occupied and climbs in just enough to press small kisses to Maeve's face to encourage her into wakefulness. "We've got a full day ahead of us, Mae-bell. Rise and shine, I made omelettes." And tea, because she won't get out of bed without it, but she knows by now that he'd never make such a grave error as forgetting it. Harper's love is shown in the ways he knows people - committing anything and everything to memory, to live eternal in his mind - and he shows it every day he possibly can. Today may be a day for them, not just him or her or Jude alone, but some things can't be trained out of him.
When you're lost I'll show you the way back home
I'll stay until the morning comes, and show you how to live again
I'll stay until the morning comes, and show you how to live again
