Maeve
Guns? That's not something she's at all familiar with, but Maeve hums anyway, snuggling against him a little closer without much thought. "I like it. I'm still getting used to it all, but I think I'm doing pretty well with it." Given how familiar he is with the weapon he would likely have plenty of pointers he could give her. Maeve's fingers trace idle patterns across his chest, not thinking much of it as they lounge there together on her couch.
"I'm not sure. He said he had ideas, but that it was going to be a bit of a surprise." Her shoulders lift in a shrug, a yawn threatening to push past her lips, eyes still heavy as she rests in his embrace. "Should go shooting together. There are plenty more pumpkins that need culling." Maeve murmurs sleepily, nuzzling against his chest and for a moment it feels like before, when they were still spending nights tangled up in eachother. It's so achingly familiar and reassuring and Maeve knows better than to get wrapped up in it, but she needs that more than she would like to admit.
"I'm not sure. He said he had ideas, but that it was going to be a bit of a surprise." Her shoulders lift in a shrug, a yawn threatening to push past her lips, eyes still heavy as she rests in his embrace. "Should go shooting together. There are plenty more pumpkins that need culling." Maeve murmurs sleepily, nuzzling against his chest and for a moment it feels like before, when they were still spending nights tangled up in eachother. It's so achingly familiar and reassuring and Maeve knows better than to get wrapped up in it, but she needs that more than she would like to admit.
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
