Maeve
Maeve huffs, knowing exactly what he was thinking, "Really had to fight the urge on that one, huh?" She mutters with a roll of her eyes before becoming a touch serious, dropping her gaze to stare at his chest. Maeve chews the inside of her cheek, seeming to struggle to find the words or the bravery to ask. It's hard to tell for sure. Outside the storm rages and her emotions swirl to meet it. Finally, she draws a breath and speaks, "How did you know you were in love with Ronin?" It feels like such a silly question. She was the Madame of the Halenani and yet she didn't know what it meant to be in love. What that truly felt like.
Sex and love were not the same thing. They weren't and she new that. Everything that had happened the last couple of months weighed on her. Aurelia, Locke, and now Sunjata. There wasn't time for things to develop with Aurelia. The smuggler hadn't allowed it. Locke? She didn't even know what she was doing with him. They were trying. Whatever that meant. Then there was Sunjata. Who was a mess and falling apart at the seams. Who she's trying to keep together. Who wanted her just as much as she wanted him. It was a fucking mess.
Sex and love were not the same thing. They weren't and she new that. Everything that had happened the last couple of months weighed on her. Aurelia, Locke, and now Sunjata. There wasn't time for things to develop with Aurelia. The smuggler hadn't allowed it. Locke? She didn't even know what she was doing with him. They were trying. Whatever that meant. Then there was Sunjata. Who was a mess and falling apart at the seams. Who she's trying to keep together. Who wanted her just as much as she wanted him. It was a fucking mess.
I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
