Maeve
He cradles her close, arms wrapping securely around her as she lays against his chest, letting herself finally relax. He's gentle with her, running his hand up and down her side, simply holding her while she patches herself back together. Soon her breathing begins to match his, chest rising and falling slowly in time with his own exhales, the beat of his heart beneath her ear a balm she wasn't expecting. Whether it's because of the ties that connect them from season pasts or a mutual understanding of what it meant to feel as if you had lost a part of yourself. Whatever the reason, Maeve is thankful for it, finding her eyes growing heavy as she snuggles into his embrace, heart finally starting to slow.
It's surprising to hear him say it. They're the kind of words she would have fed him before and a part of her is thankful for them now. Maeve manages a small smile, face pressed against his chest as she draws in a deep breath, the inhale steady in comparison to all those previous. "I hope so." She murmurs before falling silent again, letting it settle over them for a time, content to simply exist with him like this for the time being.
It's surprising to hear him say it. They're the kind of words she would have fed him before and a part of her is thankful for them now. Maeve manages a small smile, face pressed against his chest as she draws in a deep breath, the inhale steady in comparison to all those previous. "I hope so." She murmurs before falling silent again, letting it settle over them for a time, content to simply exist with him like this for the time being.
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
