"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Maeve knows there are things she should be worried about. Things that she shouldn't accept, but it's Locke. Her Locke. No one in this world was free of sin. No one. Cheaters, liars, killers... All of them had something to hide. Things they weren't proud of. Maeve doesn't hate him. She never could. She loves him too fucking much. He feels her tense slightly behind her, but he doesn't push her away. He straightens up, drawing his dagger and cutting a strand free. "Thank you." Maeve says softly, taking the lock of hair and wrapping it in a handkerchief before tucking it away.
She sighs softly, brushing his hair back from his eyes, thumb pressing along his jaw before she draws back from him completely. "We should probably get back... I should at least." Maeve murmurs, attempting to push herself up onto her feet, wincing slightly at the strain on her back as she braces a hand on her belly.
She sighs softly, brushing his hair back from his eyes, thumb pressing along his jaw before she draws back from him completely. "We should probably get back... I should at least." Maeve murmurs, attempting to push herself up onto her feet, wincing slightly at the strain on her back as she braces a hand on her belly.
Maeve
