Maeve
Her sleep is dreamless. Nothing but black behind her eyelids to cradle her in its sweet embrace. Warm and secure like a heavy blanket, tucking her away from the events of the day, letting her rest for the first time in hours. Slow and heavy breaths that seem to take too long to fill her lungs is all he has to go off of. Lashes flutter at the sound of her name falling from his lips like a plea, begging her to come back to him from the blackness that's holding her, but gods if she isn't willing to do just that. His voice, despite being choked and tinged with desperation, is sweet and her eyes open slowly as his lips brush against hers. It takes her a span of a few seconds to get her wits about her, torn between the warmth on her cheeks and his face hovering before hers as he pulls back, but a breath of relief pushes past her lips. "You're home."
The words are slurred, barely more than a whisper of breath against his lips as she draws back a bit more to get a look at him. Neither of them seem aware of how much of a mess they look. His own skin just as sooty as hers and there is a damp, sticky warmth on her cheeks where he's cradling her face between his hands. Is she crying again? When did that start happening. The smell of smoke is thick in the air, sticking in her nose and throat as she draws a deep breath, reaching up slowly to place her hand over the back of his as she leans into his touch. Her heart is racing again, rabbiting wildly in her chest as she takes him in, sea glass gaze scanning his face in an attempt to piece things together. He wasn't at the Slagveld. Why was he all dirty? Had something else happened? Another spike of fear lances through her, mingling with the concern that's gripping her heart in a vice grip.
"You weren't here when I got back... Didn't know where you were. I was going to look for you, but I thought it might be better if I just stayed. A-are you okay? You look scared." There is a strange edge of calm to her voice, still caught somewhere between shock and disbelief of what happened, but he's here now. He's safe too. They're both safe.
The words are slurred, barely more than a whisper of breath against his lips as she draws back a bit more to get a look at him. Neither of them seem aware of how much of a mess they look. His own skin just as sooty as hers and there is a damp, sticky warmth on her cheeks where he's cradling her face between his hands. Is she crying again? When did that start happening. The smell of smoke is thick in the air, sticking in her nose and throat as she draws a deep breath, reaching up slowly to place her hand over the back of his as she leans into his touch. Her heart is racing again, rabbiting wildly in her chest as she takes him in, sea glass gaze scanning his face in an attempt to piece things together. He wasn't at the Slagveld. Why was he all dirty? Had something else happened? Another spike of fear lances through her, mingling with the concern that's gripping her heart in a vice grip.
"You weren't here when I got back... Didn't know where you were. I was going to look for you, but I thought it might be better if I just stayed. A-are you okay? You look scared." There is a strange edge of calm to her voice, still caught somewhere between shock and disbelief of what happened, but he's here now. He's safe too. They're both safe.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
