Maeve
"That's not what I mean and you know it." Maeve huffs as she buries her face against his neck, holding him a touch tighter. He presses just as tightly back against her and she lets herself bask in it for now. He'll be gone soon and she won't have his company much longer. She's going to miss him and she hopes he misses her too. Maeve giggles despite the way her fatigue weighs heavy on her, urging her to rest in his arms, "I know that's a real word, but it sounds fake." She wrinkles her nose, forcing her eyes open for a moment before they already start to droop again. "You flatter me... You know that?"
Her words are already slowing. Becoming elongated with sleep that threatens to claim her as his fingers press against her scalp gently, scratching that way she likes so much. Maeve hum softly, closing her eyes as she snuggles closer, tugging the blankets up higher around her. "Wil you be here when I wake up?" She murmurs with a sigh, allowing herself to start drifting off in his arms. The thought of him leaving still weighs heavy in her mind, but she lets it go for the time being because he's here with her now and she can at least enjoy this while she still has it.
Her words are already slowing. Becoming elongated with sleep that threatens to claim her as his fingers press against her scalp gently, scratching that way she likes so much. Maeve hum softly, closing her eyes as she snuggles closer, tugging the blankets up higher around her. "Wil you be here when I wake up?" She murmurs with a sigh, allowing herself to start drifting off in his arms. The thought of him leaving still weighs heavy in her mind, but she lets it go for the time being because he's here with her now and she can at least enjoy this while she still has it.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
