put your head on my shoulder

Maeve

Maeve arches a dark brow, scoffing out a sound of disbelief, "Harper Quinn. Are you really telling me what I can and cannot do?" The Nightshade shakes her head, "You must be more sleep deprived than I thought." Taking a slow sip of her tea, careful not to burn herself like Harper had certainly done to his own tongue, she waits a moment to let his mind clear with the warmth of the beverage. "I was queen when I had Edmund and I did it all then. I will do it now."

It was such a small inconvenience in the grand scheme of things. Even calling it an inconvenience at all was inaccurate. It was an honor to be able to return the favor to someone she adored as much as him. Harper had been a constant in her life. Ever since she set foot in the Halenani he had looked over her and kept her safe. They might not share blood, but they were family.

Reaching out to gently cup his cheek, finger brushing across the stubble that covered his skin, expression softening as she regards him with nothing but love in her jade gaze. "Harp, please... It kills me to see you like this. You would do the same for me in a heartbeat. Hell, you practically did. I'd been so scared, but I got through it because of you." She leans towards him, resting their foreheads together lightly, a smile curling on her lips as she holds him there. "Stay with me."

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do