Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
He doesn't lash out at her when she slaps him. He also doesn't push her away after the kiss. No, he kisses her back just as desperately and Maeve melts for only a moment. Then her question is aired and he answers in a way that has her stomach twisting. An accident? How could it possibly be an accident? It made no sense. Not a single bit. The anger flares again, but it's overwhelmed by the relief of simply having him back. Her irritation might come later, but right now she's grateful that he's here. That he's alive. "Locke..." His name comes out a strangled whisper and she wants to believe him so desperately that her chest aches with it.
She could decide to. If she just let it all go. Let them start over. Forget all the things he's said that point towards this being a lie. They could forget and be happy and start over and Edmund could have his dad back. She could have him back. She didn't have to be alone.
Maeve sighs heavily, arms wrapping so tightly around him that he can't possibly pull away from her. "I shouldn't, but I do. I want to." She finally murmurs, drawing back to cup his cheek again, brushing back his overgrown curls from his face. "We're okay. He's grown a lot. More than he should have. Frey... Frey aged him." It's best to tell him now. So he knows what to expect. So it can sink in.
"He's wonderful, Locke. Bright and smart and so full of love. Mischievous too. I imagine he gets that from you."
She could decide to. If she just let it all go. Let them start over. Forget all the things he's said that point towards this being a lie. They could forget and be happy and start over and Edmund could have his dad back. She could have him back. She didn't have to be alone.
Maeve sighs heavily, arms wrapping so tightly around him that he can't possibly pull away from her. "I shouldn't, but I do. I want to." She finally murmurs, drawing back to cup his cheek again, brushing back his overgrown curls from his face. "We're okay. He's grown a lot. More than he should have. Frey... Frey aged him." It's best to tell him now. So he knows what to expect. So it can sink in.
"He's wonderful, Locke. Bright and smart and so full of love. Mischievous too. I imagine he gets that from you."
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
