My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Maeve heard the soft pad of Seren's footsteps and Aidon lifted his head, amber eyes glowing in the darkness of the room, watching as the blanket wrapped starchild moved to the floor at the foot of the bed. Only when she settled did he lay his head back down, a quiet purring rumble in his throat, attempting to soothe his bonded. She reached up to wipe at her eyes, shaking her head before realizing that Seren might not be able to see her, finding her voice to speak instead, "It's fine, Seren. Don't worry about it." Maeve dismissed easily, not wanting to give her friend reason to be further upset, but not feeling much up to discussing things further.
"Touch is the way I comfort people. That's how it's always been. It's a habit. M'sorry." The Nightshade murmured, providing the only real explanation for it all, sniffling once more as she banished the last of her tears, drawing in a shaky breath. She urged herself to sit up, peering down at the woman, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as she bunched the covers up to her chest. "You can get in bed... I'll put pillows between us if that helps."
"Touch is the way I comfort people. That's how it's always been. It's a habit. M'sorry." The Nightshade murmured, providing the only real explanation for it all, sniffling once more as she banished the last of her tears, drawing in a shaky breath. She urged herself to sit up, peering down at the woman, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as she bunched the covers up to her chest. "You can get in bed... I'll put pillows between us if that helps."
Maeve
