"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
The words spark something and her mind clears a fraction. That cotton that seems to be stuffed into her head burning away slowly. Dark brows knit together, a slight frown tugging on the corners of her lips, drawing her usually pretty pout into something less becoming of her. This expression, whatever it is, doesn't look right on her features. It doesn't seem like it should be there and yet it rests on her face like it's home. "I know that." She replies softly, voice strained and tight with emotion, fumbling with her words as she tries hard to understand the irritation coming from him. Nothing clicks into place despite her best efforts.
It isn't until he mentions Jack, mentions 'giving the captain his dues' that the anger he wanted to see flares hotly. Her eyes narrow into something deadly, flickering with an anger that she's not expecting, but isn't unwelcome. It's better than the hurt. Than the numbness that seems to cloud her emotions much more frequently now. "Seriously? We were discussing his position on the council. You really think he was coming to get his dick wet? That he'd even want to?" She snaps, words harsh in the quiet of the night, rising up like the waves and crashing much more violently against him than the water does against the shore. "And even if he did... What does it fucking matter? Not like I'm with anyone, huh?" 'You made sure of that.'
The last part goes unspoken, but the implication is there. It's a low blow, but the pain is flaring up all over again, blinding her to anything else except this moment. She wants him to hurt even a fraction the way she does. Instead he sits there, drinking and not looking at her, avoiding the thing that they're meant to discuss in the first place. Their baby, each other, what they're going to do. Except he says what he's going to do. Get ready for the war.
It isn't a commitment. He doesn't make those anymore it seems. At least not for her. Maeve looks away, jaw feathering as she watches Aidon ahead of her, digging for crabs and occasionally checking on her over his shoulder. "Right. The war. Probably a good idea." Despite her annoyance and irritation, it doesn't come through in her voice, back to that quiet impassiveness that she's learning to adopt. "The baby is due sometime in the beginning of Deepfrost unless they come early." A possibility given the stress of everything.
It isn't until he mentions Jack, mentions 'giving the captain his dues' that the anger he wanted to see flares hotly. Her eyes narrow into something deadly, flickering with an anger that she's not expecting, but isn't unwelcome. It's better than the hurt. Than the numbness that seems to cloud her emotions much more frequently now. "Seriously? We were discussing his position on the council. You really think he was coming to get his dick wet? That he'd even want to?" She snaps, words harsh in the quiet of the night, rising up like the waves and crashing much more violently against him than the water does against the shore. "And even if he did... What does it fucking matter? Not like I'm with anyone, huh?" 'You made sure of that.'
The last part goes unspoken, but the implication is there. It's a low blow, but the pain is flaring up all over again, blinding her to anything else except this moment. She wants him to hurt even a fraction the way she does. Instead he sits there, drinking and not looking at her, avoiding the thing that they're meant to discuss in the first place. Their baby, each other, what they're going to do. Except he says what he's going to do. Get ready for the war.
It isn't a commitment. He doesn't make those anymore it seems. At least not for her. Maeve looks away, jaw feathering as she watches Aidon ahead of her, digging for crabs and occasionally checking on her over his shoulder. "Right. The war. Probably a good idea." Despite her annoyance and irritation, it doesn't come through in her voice, back to that quiet impassiveness that she's learning to adopt. "The baby is due sometime in the beginning of Deepfrost unless they come early." A possibility given the stress of everything.
Maeve
