Maeve
She inhales sharply, leaning into his touch, eyes squeezing shut for a moment against the onslaught of emotions that threaten to crash over her. Maeve is lost in the waves of them, close to being dragged under, so close to drowning. Her eyes flutter open, lashes damp with tears as he gently tucks her in, jaw working as he gazes down at her and he seems almost torn.
"I know.. I know.. Can you just-" She hates how pitiful she sounds. How broken she is in this moment. "-just stay until I fall asleep? Please. I won't ask for anything else." Maeve murmurs, meaning every word, willing to beg him if she has to. If he goes now, she'll be left with her thoughts, left with the shattered mess that she's become. As long as she has his warmth until she slips into unconsciousness then she can manage it.
"I know.. I know.. Can you just-" She hates how pitiful she sounds. How broken she is in this moment. "-just stay until I fall asleep? Please. I won't ask for anything else." Maeve murmurs, meaning every word, willing to beg him if she has to. If he goes now, she'll be left with her thoughts, left with the shattered mess that she's become. As long as she has his warmth until she slips into unconsciousness then she can manage it.
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
