Maeve
"You don't have to play hero, mon amour.." Maeve soothes, drawing him towards the bathroom once she finishes and getting them both stripped down. With gentle hands Maeve guides him into the shower, standing under the warm spray so the soot and blood is washed away, swirling down the drain as she lets out a breath. They both fall into quiet, nothing but the water and steam to surround them, cradling them in warmth as they press together in the small space. Gently she runs her hands over his skin, grounding herself as much as she's grounding him, the uneasiness in her chest finally starting to ease. It's easy to see each other now, to check for any more injuries, but both of them come up with nothing.
It's hard to wrap her head around. How did they get here? How have they found themselves involved in so much tragedy recently? Maeve can't focus on it. If she does she's just going to break. There isn't any time for that. Not when he's right here before her, seeming to barely hold it together, eyes distant and vacant until he's looking at her. Maeve reaches up, cupping his face between both of her hands as she gently wipes away the soot that stains his skin. "I can wash my hair this one time. It's fine. Let me take care of this right now." She moves to grab the soap, intent on getting him clean first even though she's surely the one who is dirtier between the two of them. Quickly a soapy lather is worked up between her hands and she gently spreads the suds over his skin, stripping away sweat and dirt and the remnants of soot that cling to him. All of it rinses away down the drain and Maeve is glad to see it go.
She doesn't take the same time with herself. Maeve washes herself thoroughly, barely taking a moment to look herself over while she does it. Soon her skin is scrubbed pink, nice and clean of blood, soot, and ash once more. Her hair is done next and all that's left is the smell of lavender, no more smoke clinging to them as her arms wind around him, pressing herself to his front with a soft exhale. "Do you want to get out now? Can bandage your hands and rest. Cuddle in the bed?" Maeve asks softly, glancing up at him as the water continues to run warmly over there skin, close to going cold.
It's hard to wrap her head around. How did they get here? How have they found themselves involved in so much tragedy recently? Maeve can't focus on it. If she does she's just going to break. There isn't any time for that. Not when he's right here before her, seeming to barely hold it together, eyes distant and vacant until he's looking at her. Maeve reaches up, cupping his face between both of her hands as she gently wipes away the soot that stains his skin. "I can wash my hair this one time. It's fine. Let me take care of this right now." She moves to grab the soap, intent on getting him clean first even though she's surely the one who is dirtier between the two of them. Quickly a soapy lather is worked up between her hands and she gently spreads the suds over his skin, stripping away sweat and dirt and the remnants of soot that cling to him. All of it rinses away down the drain and Maeve is glad to see it go.
She doesn't take the same time with herself. Maeve washes herself thoroughly, barely taking a moment to look herself over while she does it. Soon her skin is scrubbed pink, nice and clean of blood, soot, and ash once more. Her hair is done next and all that's left is the smell of lavender, no more smoke clinging to them as her arms wind around him, pressing herself to his front with a soft exhale. "Do you want to get out now? Can bandage your hands and rest. Cuddle in the bed?" Maeve asks softly, glancing up at him as the water continues to run warmly over there skin, close to going cold.
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
