Maeve
I don't know how to. If she hadn't already argued with him so much today she probably would push back against this too, but she doesn't. Her thumb continues to brush against the back of his hand, tracing over that scar there without any hesitation. Maeve offers him a soft smile, the corners of her mouth just barely tugging up to form it. "That's okay. Don't have to know everything." She murmurs, voice honey sweet and warm as she gazes up at him with kind eyes. He doesn't. He can still learn and maybe she could show him that. Maybe. She doesn't know, but she's willing to try.
He doesn't pull away from her. Doesn't make to move. It's like he's finally come to a stop. No more fight in him to keep pushing him forward. "Or we can finish this and disappear for a little bit. Go swimming?" It's such a simple thing to propose. An easy thing. Something without any danger. Except for the fact that she can't swim and he knows that, but she offers it anyway because the ocean brings him comfort and maybe it'll comfort him now too.
He doesn't pull away from her. Doesn't make to move. It's like he's finally come to a stop. No more fight in him to keep pushing him forward. "Or we can finish this and disappear for a little bit. Go swimming?" It's such a simple thing to propose. An easy thing. Something without any danger. Except for the fact that she can't swim and he knows that, but she offers it anyway because the ocean brings him comfort and maybe it'll comfort him now too.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
