My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Her sweet boy. Always so worried about disappointing her. It isn't possible, of course, but it's sweet that he has those concerns. Brushing her fingers through his hair for a moment, Maeve holds him close before she finally releases him, letting him draw out of her embrace should he wish. "I can only imagine, but you'll get used to it." She reassures him easily, lifting his chin with a finger before she drops that hand too, straightening up to her full height as he begins to fidget.
The question catches her slightly off guard, making her blink in surprise as she looks down at her son and she finds herself hesitating only for a moment. He was so young and she wanted to argue with him. If only because she didn't want him to have to worry about that yet. It was silly. Completely ridiculous to think she could protect him from everything.
Maeve sighs softly before ultimately nodding. "Okay. I'll teach you some things. What do you want to learn?" She asks, leading him further into the room towards the racks of weapons.
The question catches her slightly off guard, making her blink in surprise as she looks down at her son and she finds herself hesitating only for a moment. He was so young and she wanted to argue with him. If only because she didn't want him to have to worry about that yet. It was silly. Completely ridiculous to think she could protect him from everything.
Maeve sighs softly before ultimately nodding. "Okay. I'll teach you some things. What do you want to learn?" She asks, leading him further into the room towards the racks of weapons.
Maeve
