Maeve
She barely notices him moving at first. Not until the gentle brush of his lips against her cheek, strong arms wrapping around her as his wings continue to shield her from the outside world, tucking her safely against him. Maeve blinks blearily, mind reeling from the pleasure still tingling through her body, warmth suffusing her limbs as he carefully shifts her. She's loose and pliant, not complaining as he rolls them until she's on her back, hovering over her as to not put any weight on her.
His hands smooth dark curls from her face, the hair longer now than he's ever seen it, splaying across the cushions like a dark halo as she blinks up at him. She's unaware of the tears slipping down her cheeks, the way her breaths still tremble, her grief silently slipping from her in this way.
Maeve reaches for him, unable to help herself, needing the solid reassurance that she's not alone right now. She knows he's going to leave, but she can't stomach the thought of that right now. Maeve just wants to exist in this little bubble for a while longer. Just until she goes to sleep. He can do that for her, right?
His hands smooth dark curls from her face, the hair longer now than he's ever seen it, splaying across the cushions like a dark halo as she blinks up at him. She's unaware of the tears slipping down her cheeks, the way her breaths still tremble, her grief silently slipping from her in this way.
Maeve reaches for him, unable to help herself, needing the solid reassurance that she's not alone right now. She knows he's going to leave, but she can't stomach the thought of that right now. Maeve just wants to exist in this little bubble for a while longer. Just until she goes to sleep. He can do that for her, right?
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
