Maeve
Hate to break it to you, Harper, but you stood no chance. Not a single fucking one. Edmund would have broken through any walls and melted any ice that potentially surrounded his heart. He squeals in delight at the kisses, trying to grab at Harper's lips, but failing given his lack of fine motor skills. It's much easier to take a hold of his nose and hair, squeezing and tugging, giggling as he wiggles in Harper's grasp.
Harper settles against her legs, the weight a warm comfort that she didn't realize she was in desperate need of, drawing a shaky breath from her lips. She pauses in her embroidering, the words leaving her in a bit of a rush, soft and vulnerable in how raw they are. Her emotions bared for him to even without an Attuned bond connecting them. Her throat tightens and she swallows thickly, nodding at his words as a watery smile settles on her lips, tears threatening to slip down her cheeks. "He does. More than worth it."
The term of endearment spreads a warmth through her chest and she realizes just how much she's missed having someone. She's been so alone. Even since before Locke disappeared. To even just have this support from him is more than she could ask for. "Thank you, love. That's very kind of you to offer. I appreciate it more than you know. I'm sure Edmund would be thrilled as well." As if to confirm his mother's words, Edmund offers another series of squeals and babbles, patting at his chest excitedly before he grips onto his shirt in a little fist.
Harper settles against her legs, the weight a warm comfort that she didn't realize she was in desperate need of, drawing a shaky breath from her lips. She pauses in her embroidering, the words leaving her in a bit of a rush, soft and vulnerable in how raw they are. Her emotions bared for him to even without an Attuned bond connecting them. Her throat tightens and she swallows thickly, nodding at his words as a watery smile settles on her lips, tears threatening to slip down her cheeks. "He does. More than worth it."
The term of endearment spreads a warmth through her chest and she realizes just how much she's missed having someone. She's been so alone. Even since before Locke disappeared. To even just have this support from him is more than she could ask for. "Thank you, love. That's very kind of you to offer. I appreciate it more than you know. I'm sure Edmund would be thrilled as well." As if to confirm his mother's words, Edmund offers another series of squeals and babbles, patting at his chest excitedly before he grips onto his shirt in a little fist.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
