Maeve
It is a real word, but she doesn't have it in herself to argue with him. She's tired. She's tired and he's leaving and she's not going to mess up a good night with her mixed up feelings. Maeve nuzzles against his throat, pressing a soft kiss against his throat because it's the closest skin that she can reach. He squeezes her more tightly and she lets out a breath, holding on to that last shred of consciousness, waiting for him to tell her that he's going to stay. That he'll be here when she wakes up. He hums his confirmation and she sighs in relief, a tightness easing in her chest even though it doesn't fade.
He's her lover and her friend. They've grown close. Closer than either of them were probably expecting. Not that they are at a point where they can admit anything. She likes him and he likes her. Except that stays a secret for both of them even though they are both painfully aware of it. Maeve lets it go, though. Instead relaxing in his arms and enjoying this final night together. "Night, Locke.." She murmurs before finally letting herself drift off to sleep. They'll deal with morning when it comes.
~FIN~
He's her lover and her friend. They've grown close. Closer than either of them were probably expecting. Not that they are at a point where they can admit anything. She likes him and he likes her. Except that stays a secret for both of them even though they are both painfully aware of it. Maeve lets it go, though. Instead relaxing in his arms and enjoying this final night together. "Night, Locke.." She murmurs before finally letting herself drift off to sleep. They'll deal with morning when it comes.
~FIN~
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
