put your head on my shoulder

Maeve

"You're forgiven." The Nightshade murmurs easily, expression softening as she takes in his wain smile, knowing how thinly stretched he is. He leans into her touch, though. He doesn't fight her as she draws him into her arms, cradling him against her chest much like she does her own son, lips brushing lightly across his temple. There is a rightness to the motion that she can't name, but that's how it's always been with them. How it always would be.

It had felt like that. Much like Harper, Maeve wanted nothing more than to have a family. A baby all of her own. True flesh and blood that wanted her. When it had become clear that she was struggling to do something that she should have inherently known? Well, the Nightshade had nearly broke. Just like he was breaking now. It had hurt, in a way, being told that she needed someone else. That she couldn't do it alone, but Maeve wouldn't change how things went. Not at all.

She laughs, shaking her head slightly, "Not one bit. You should know better by now." Maeve replies in jest, lips curling as he presses their foreheads together, a calloused hand covering her own lightly. The kiss to her brow has her lashes fluttering, a sigh slipping past her lips as a part of her melts like sugar across the tongue, thumb brushing over his cheek. "I always love when you call me that..."

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