Maeve
He wraps his arms around her, drawing he tight to his chest and she lets out a sob that she doesn't realize she's even been holding in. A shudder runs through her as she buries her face against his neck, whimpering softly as she clings to him tightly, unable to even find it in herself to draw away from his as the events of the night crash down onto her. None of it makes sense. How could Aurelia do that? Why would she burn him alive? None of it seemed right. Even with what she knew of Aurelia, it was hard to come to terms with the things that had happened. Maeve tries to pull it together for him as he draws back to look at her. A shaky breath pushes past her lips and she finally pulls back to take his hands. It's then that she sees how fucked up they are.
Dark brows draw together, "Loxley... Baby.. Your hands." Meve murmurs, voice wavering again as she turns them over in her own, seeing the bits of glass still embedded in his palms. "Need to get the glass out. Then shower. You need to sleep. Can eat after you wake up." Always the planner, ready to spring into action and take care of those around her, Maeve starts to move. She stands, limbs a bit shaky as she moves to find the small first aid kit, grabbing it quickly and making her way back over to him. Maeve settles on the couch once more, opening the kit in her lap and finding the tweezers to start picking small shards from his palms. "It's okay. You're here now." She says softly, gently pulling splinters of glass from the cuts, placing them in a little pile on a piece of gauze.
Dark brows draw together, "Loxley... Baby.. Your hands." Meve murmurs, voice wavering again as she turns them over in her own, seeing the bits of glass still embedded in his palms. "Need to get the glass out. Then shower. You need to sleep. Can eat after you wake up." Always the planner, ready to spring into action and take care of those around her, Maeve starts to move. She stands, limbs a bit shaky as she moves to find the small first aid kit, grabbing it quickly and making her way back over to him. Maeve settles on the couch once more, opening the kit in her lap and finding the tweezers to start picking small shards from his palms. "It's okay. You're here now." She says softly, gently pulling splinters of glass from the cuts, placing them in a little pile on a piece of gauze.
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
