Maeve
Maeve wipes at her cheeks only for new tears to replace them as her shoulders lift in a shrug, quiet sniffles mingling with the sound of the fire in the hearth, a heavy ache in her chest. Aidon, sensing his bonded's distress, rose from his place by the fire. He is quick to lay his head in her lap, nuzzling against her belly and hand with a quiet trill, sending comfort along their bond. She lifts a hand, placing it on his head and rubbing over the warm scales there gently, drawing in a shaky breath. "I know... I just-" Maeve's words die in her throat and she hates how weak she feels; how broken she is in front of him. Despite the fact that she's seen him crumble many times now. "I know he likes you... I just thought maybe if it was an outside perspective."
She dares a glance at him, exhaling shakily, afraid to see judgement on his features or swirling in those grey eyes she used to love so much. "If he is pushing me away because he's scared then of course he isn't going to listen to me. I tried talking to him that night. I tried asking him what was wrong and what I could do to fix it. He wouldn't answer me." Maeve knows it isn't his problem. He doesn't have to care or fix it or anything else for that matter, but the need for support is strong, craving to know that she has people on her side. That she has support.
Briefly her mind flickers to Adam and the conversation they had in the room, recalling how he said he'd be there for her, but she hesitates now to act on it. Still, it's a thought to explore later if she needs to.
Maeve licks her lips, wiping away at her tears with the sleeve of her sweater, trying to pull herself together. There are pieces of her shattered everywhere, sharp and broken, ready to cut anyone who gets to close. Anyone without gloves that tries to handle her. She's trying to patch herself up, but it's hard when it feels like pieces of yourself are missing. "He told me he'd burn all of Caido down for me once..." The confession is a whisper, a sacred memory that she's sharing with him, unsure of why it matters in this moment besides that it feels important. As if the fact he was willing to do that meant something for them. Maybe it did or maybe she was a naive little girl waiting for a happy ending that wasn't ever going to come.
She dares a glance at him, exhaling shakily, afraid to see judgement on his features or swirling in those grey eyes she used to love so much. "If he is pushing me away because he's scared then of course he isn't going to listen to me. I tried talking to him that night. I tried asking him what was wrong and what I could do to fix it. He wouldn't answer me." Maeve knows it isn't his problem. He doesn't have to care or fix it or anything else for that matter, but the need for support is strong, craving to know that she has people on her side. That she has support.
Briefly her mind flickers to Adam and the conversation they had in the room, recalling how he said he'd be there for her, but she hesitates now to act on it. Still, it's a thought to explore later if she needs to.
Maeve licks her lips, wiping away at her tears with the sleeve of her sweater, trying to pull herself together. There are pieces of her shattered everywhere, sharp and broken, ready to cut anyone who gets to close. Anyone without gloves that tries to handle her. She's trying to patch herself up, but it's hard when it feels like pieces of yourself are missing. "He told me he'd burn all of Caido down for me once..." The confession is a whisper, a sacred memory that she's sharing with him, unsure of why it matters in this moment besides that it feels important. As if the fact he was willing to do that meant something for them. Maybe it did or maybe she was a naive little girl waiting for a happy ending that wasn't ever going to come.
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
