#𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: // but I keep coming back this must be serious. [ Kiwi & Maeve ]

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𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // tag dump: relationships

𝗥𝗘𝐈𝐈𝐆𝗡𝐎𝗡𝐌𝐄: // between the different shades of you.  [ Luke & Maeve ]

𝗥𝗘𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐈𝗕𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝗡𝐒: // a dangerous hope.  [ Hotch & Maeve ]

𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝗥𝐈𝐔𝐒𝗩𝐎𝐈𝐓: // change your taste in men.  [ Elias & Maeve ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: // but trauma is immortal and none of this is your fault.  [ Jami & Maeve ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: // but I keep coming back this must be serious.  [ Kiwi & Maeve ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: //  been in pain but not a quitter.  [ Savannah & Maeve ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: // the only thing sure from the start.  [ Jill & Maeve ]

𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗜𝗦𝗠: // remember the fire remember her face.  [ Carol & Maeve ]

𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗔𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: // all those wonders sit in wait.  [ Kurt & Maeve ]

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝗢𝗘𝗩𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: // wake me up before I’m gone.  [ Chloe & Maeve ]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐆𝐀𝗭𝐄𝐑𝐒: // at my own funeral I don’t recognize myself anymore.  [ Xandra & Maeve ]

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓: // many moons of waiting on a steady sun.  [ Clara & Maeve ]

𝐘𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐄: // separation’s all that can save us love.  [ Spencer & Maeve ]

𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐈𝐒𝐌: // I need you to tell me I’m worthy.  [ Ray & Maeve ]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐏𝐀𝗦𝗧: // it's not the life you thought you'd live.  [ Peter & Maeve ]

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐀𝗧𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐒: // if you’re lonely can’t you speak love.  [ Felix & Maeve ]

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌: // the touch of his hands were as cold as his eyes.  [ Bobby & Maeve ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: // it's like I heard your heartbeat call.  [ Bethany Elliott ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: // give my soul just to see your face.  [ Oliver Elliott ]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝗗: // I'm a long way from home now.  [ Spencer & Maeve ]

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝗙𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆: // between comfort and chaos.  [ Ruby & Maeve ]

𝐒𝐇𝐑𝗙𝐋𝐀𝐖 // let me in the river.  [ Law & Maeve ]

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“   i love you .   ” from @patchedstars / kiwi

there have been so many moments - both good and bad - where they have both bordered on saying the words. she knows how he feels. of course she does: and such knowledge doesn't only come from being a profiler, it comes from the sheer natural confusion of being looked at in such a way for the first time. he approaches her over over like some sort of precious or rare thing, as though he expects her to turn to ash if he presses too hard upon her skin. she's been wanted plenty in the past.. yet she has never felt revered. 

she's the one with the gun, with the badge, yet he's the one who curls around her as if shielding her from a world that's been too cruel already.

maybe he thinks she's fully asleep - his fingers threading through her hair, her head resting on his chest. soon enough her phone will ring with some sort of emergency: it always does on her off days. but there's quiet peace still, no pressure for a reply. just murmured words and her form curling up a little more against his, giving sleepy hum.