"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Maeve refuses to let his guilt be more than her love. She refuses to let it drown her out. With an urgency that's breath stealing in the way it flares along the bond, forcing itself over the welling of guilt, cocooning around Harper in a swath of warmth as her lips press to his with almost bruising force. Her fingers clutching onto him, pressing into numb skin as he attempts to burrow into the hiding spot against the column of her throat as if her pulse alone could drown out the noise of the rest of the world, keeping them both from losing their minds in the chaos of the storm around them.
Despite it all, Maeve doesn't blame him and she never could. The thought hadn't even entered her mind. Harper would never, no, could never do something to harm her. To tear their family apart. She knows this in the marrow of her bones. This wasn't on him. This was Phoebe's doing. Maeve shakes her head, hearing the words echoing in her mind, feeling his guilt choking him like smoke.
"Don't do that, Harper. Don't you dare do that." She scolds so gently it's as if she's afraid her words will shatter his already delicate state. Maeve grasps his face between freezing palms, shaking her head as she clings to him, molding her body to his in an attempt to fill in all of the cracks that Phoebe has caused to fracture through his soul. "You aren't a bad guy. You aren't a bad father. A bad partner. None of it. You're good. You've always been good." She rasps, voice fracturing and splintering, barely holding together as she tries desperately to keep them both afloat.
Despite it all, Maeve doesn't blame him and she never could. The thought hadn't even entered her mind. Harper would never, no, could never do something to harm her. To tear their family apart. She knows this in the marrow of her bones. This wasn't on him. This was Phoebe's doing. Maeve shakes her head, hearing the words echoing in her mind, feeling his guilt choking him like smoke.
"Don't do that, Harper. Don't you dare do that." She scolds so gently it's as if she's afraid her words will shatter his already delicate state. Maeve grasps his face between freezing palms, shaking her head as she clings to him, molding her body to his in an attempt to fill in all of the cracks that Phoebe has caused to fracture through his soul. "You aren't a bad guy. You aren't a bad father. A bad partner. None of it. You're good. You've always been good." She rasps, voice fracturing and splintering, barely holding together as she tries desperately to keep them both afloat.
Maeve
