Maeve
She can't imagine what he's going through. Having never truly lost someone in that way. Yes, her mother left, but she was merely a babe when that happened. No, her losses have never been as large. As heartbreaking. Maeve has seen it with the girls. When they lose partners that they've come to care for and love to various circumstances. She knows what that heartbreak is and she's done her fair share of soothing it, but it's not a feeling she knows personally.
His thumb brushes across her calf, running back and forth over the soft skin he finds there and she wonders how much he longs for contact. How starved has he been of intimacy? Maeve draws in a breath of her own, expression softening as she meets his eyes, "I think terrible is still too kind. You're rather shit at it." She huffs out something like a laugh, a smile tugging at her lips for a second before it fades once more. "You should let others decide what is fair to them. Some of us are capable of sharing such burdens. Some of us are made for it." The reminder is gentle, a faint slap on the wrist to remind him that he doesn't have to be alone. That there are people who want to be there for him. Sometimes it's easy to forget.
Maeve leans into his touch, looking up at him from beneath her lashes as she takes in his admission. In the time she's known Jata, it quickly became clear that he was the type to bottle things up. To hide his feelings away and not let anyone else see them. He keeps up a wall and Maeve can respect it. Truly. She's done the same thing many times. Which is why she doesn't hesitate to shift. Maeve gets onto her knees, walking forward on them before she's suddenly swinging a leg over his lap and straddling him. Her arms go around his neck and she hugs him as firmly as she can manage.
"I know it's a lot and it's okay to not be alright." She murmurs next to his ear as she practically crushes herself against him, trying to give as much of her warmth as she can in this one hug. Fingers come up to cup the back of his head and run into his hair as she holds him. "You don't have to pretend with me. Not when we've already seen each other so vulnerable already."
His thumb brushes across her calf, running back and forth over the soft skin he finds there and she wonders how much he longs for contact. How starved has he been of intimacy? Maeve draws in a breath of her own, expression softening as she meets his eyes, "I think terrible is still too kind. You're rather shit at it." She huffs out something like a laugh, a smile tugging at her lips for a second before it fades once more. "You should let others decide what is fair to them. Some of us are capable of sharing such burdens. Some of us are made for it." The reminder is gentle, a faint slap on the wrist to remind him that he doesn't have to be alone. That there are people who want to be there for him. Sometimes it's easy to forget.
Maeve leans into his touch, looking up at him from beneath her lashes as she takes in his admission. In the time she's known Jata, it quickly became clear that he was the type to bottle things up. To hide his feelings away and not let anyone else see them. He keeps up a wall and Maeve can respect it. Truly. She's done the same thing many times. Which is why she doesn't hesitate to shift. Maeve gets onto her knees, walking forward on them before she's suddenly swinging a leg over his lap and straddling him. Her arms go around his neck and she hugs him as firmly as she can manage.
"I know it's a lot and it's okay to not be alright." She murmurs next to his ear as she practically crushes herself against him, trying to give as much of her warmth as she can in this one hug. Fingers come up to cup the back of his head and run into his hair as she holds him. "You don't have to pretend with me. Not when we've already seen each other so vulnerable already."
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
