Maeve
Maeve watches in silence as he gathers his things, as he straightens himself up, ensuring that it doesn't look like they've spent anytime wrapped up in each other. A kiss pressed to his cheek and a reminder about training, his fingers squeezing her arm in reassurance, but he draws away eventually. She stands there in the darkness of the room, arms wrapped around her middle, blanket covering her modesty as he approaches the door. He lingers there and even though she knows he's not going to stay, some desperate part of her hopes he will, but that's not how her life works. "Goodnight, Jata." Maeve murmurs, waiting for him to close the door behind him and she crumbles as soon as it does.
She doesn't sleep in her bed or on the couch, unable to bear the thought of so much space around her or the lingering heat from their bodies. Instead she curls in front of the fire, watching the embers smolder and burn until there isn't any light left in the room. Maeve thinks there might not be any light left in her either.
~FIN~
She doesn't sleep in her bed or on the couch, unable to bear the thought of so much space around her or the lingering heat from their bodies. Instead she curls in front of the fire, watching the embers smolder and burn until there isn't any light left in the room. Maeve thinks there might not be any light left in her either.
~FIN~
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
