Maeve
The tension in his body has him wound tight. He's stiff in her arms before he's suddenly melting into her, wrapping his arms around her waist and letting his head rest on her shoulder. She turns to press a kiss to his temple as she holds him close, fingers brushing lightly through his hair in an attempt to soothe frazzled nerves. Maeve holds him and lets her own eyes close, soaking in his warmth just as much as he is basking in hers. It's a small thing to do. A thing that doesn't hold any real weight. It doesn't fix his problems or take away his pain, but she does it anyway if only to soothe him while she can.
When he pulls back, she follows, keeping her arms around his neck as she gazes down at him. His large hand comes up to brush through her hair gently, drawing it away from her face as their eyes meet. He's so tired. Always so tired. Those steel eyes of his never without that dull dimness that the exhaustion puts in his gaze. Maeve brings a hand up to his cheek, thumb brushing along the stubble there lightly as she regards the man before her.
The words sting. Not because it feels like a rejection or even a reminder that he won't let his guard down around her. No, it isn't that at all. It's the fact that he has to pretend in the first place to keep others around him safe. That he feels the need to shut himself down and bottle it all up for fear of those around him. Maeve licks her lips, nodding slowly before she murmurs, "Don't have to think about it right now. Don't have to think at all..." Maeve's thumb brushes across his bottom lip much like it did that first night they met and she regards him with soft eyes, "Could help with that... Could help with a lot of things if you wanted me to..."
When he pulls back, she follows, keeping her arms around his neck as she gazes down at him. His large hand comes up to brush through her hair gently, drawing it away from her face as their eyes meet. He's so tired. Always so tired. Those steel eyes of his never without that dull dimness that the exhaustion puts in his gaze. Maeve brings a hand up to his cheek, thumb brushing along the stubble there lightly as she regards the man before her.
The words sting. Not because it feels like a rejection or even a reminder that he won't let his guard down around her. No, it isn't that at all. It's the fact that he has to pretend in the first place to keep others around him safe. That he feels the need to shut himself down and bottle it all up for fear of those around him. Maeve licks her lips, nodding slowly before she murmurs, "Don't have to think about it right now. Don't have to think at all..." Maeve's thumb brushes across his bottom lip much like it did that first night they met and she regards him with soft eyes, "Could help with that... Could help with a lot of things if you wanted me to..."
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
