"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
They'll almost have the same birthday. Her and her baby. It's a distant thought, barely even occuring to her, but it trails through her mind fleetingly. Does he even know her birthday? Did she ever even tell him? Maeve makes a noncommittal sound in the back of her throat, head dipping in a way that might be a nod, but it's truly hard to tell with how little she actually moves. "There are worse places, I suppose." She mumbles, thumb barely brushing across the top of Aidon's head, unaware of the way her bonded attempts to communicate with Locke.
It isn't until his hand finds her arm, making her start that she comes back to herself, blinking dazedly out at the ocean before her eyes slip to him instead. Dark brows knit together, "Hm? Maybe they do. I'm trying." Slender shoulders lift in a half shrug, lips pressing into a thin line as she caves in a bit more on herself, jade eyes finding the horizon once more.
"A bakery sounds nice. You'd be good at it."
It isn't until his hand finds her arm, making her start that she comes back to herself, blinking dazedly out at the ocean before her eyes slip to him instead. Dark brows knit together, "Hm? Maybe they do. I'm trying." Slender shoulders lift in a half shrug, lips pressing into a thin line as she caves in a bit more on herself, jade eyes finding the horizon once more.
"A bakery sounds nice. You'd be good at it."
Maeve
