Maeve
When his arm went around her she took it as an okay to actually cuddle. Her head finds its way to pillow on his shoulder and chest, an arm slinging over his waist lightly as she tucks herself into his side. It's nice to just be held. Maybe she needed a little bit of comfort too if she was being honest. "The world is a fucked up place. I'm sorry he had to go through that, but I'm glad he has someone like you. You seem to really care about him." Maeve murmured as her fingers traced absently over his chest. Almost as if she couldn't keep herself still now that she wasn't focused on playing with his hair.
"You know... I haven't ever really been in a relationship. Not a serious one or one that wasn't for work. Sometimes I think I don't deserve it. I think everyone kind of feels that way at times. That they don't deserve the good things they have in their life. That they are too fucked up or too broken. Not real enough or good enough or whatever because the world has told them that over and over. It's why I think that when you do have those things you should hold onto them. Fuck the world. What did it ever do for us besides make us suffer?" It all came out of her, the words tumbling from her lips as if she had been sitting on them for sometime. As if it was something she thought about often, but never bothered to voice because who the fuck cared what she thought about it. No one. That's who.
Maeve snorted, rolling her eyes as she adjusted herself a bit against his side, enjoying his warmth for the time being. "So like everyone else in this world. No one wants to do anything without getting something in return. If you can't help them then just fuck off." She grew quiet for a moment, chewing on her lip as she considered his words. His advise. He was one of the first people to be honest about the whole god thinga. The first to tell her to stay away. That meant something. "You're the first person who is actually involved with them that has told me not to bother."
"You know... I haven't ever really been in a relationship. Not a serious one or one that wasn't for work. Sometimes I think I don't deserve it. I think everyone kind of feels that way at times. That they don't deserve the good things they have in their life. That they are too fucked up or too broken. Not real enough or good enough or whatever because the world has told them that over and over. It's why I think that when you do have those things you should hold onto them. Fuck the world. What did it ever do for us besides make us suffer?" It all came out of her, the words tumbling from her lips as if she had been sitting on them for sometime. As if it was something she thought about often, but never bothered to voice because who the fuck cared what she thought about it. No one. That's who.
Maeve snorted, rolling her eyes as she adjusted herself a bit against his side, enjoying his warmth for the time being. "So like everyone else in this world. No one wants to do anything without getting something in return. If you can't help them then just fuck off." She grew quiet for a moment, chewing on her lip as she considered his words. His advise. He was one of the first people to be honest about the whole god thinga. The first to tell her to stay away. That meant something. "You're the first person who is actually involved with them that has told me not to bother."
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives
you learn to lick it off of knives
