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

[lookedinfinite]

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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𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // tag dump: relationships

[doctordonovan]

❝ Why are you so beautiful? ❞

he's always sweet to her    -    much sweeter,  in fact,   than maeve would ever say she deserves.  she's still not used to it:  the light he seems to see her in,  the affection that stains his words.    (   messy relationships are easier.  not for her mental health,  of course,  but maeve knows how to handle the brief or the bitter.  she's no expert at this,   no expert at being cared for.  )    

❝ because you like me. ❞   maeve teases him with easy affection,  sitting back on edge of bed,  leaning down to press quick kiss to his lips,  smile playful and warm.   they're both always in rushes,  squeezing out what little time they can together,  never questioning how it grows more and more common.  ❝ I'm sorry to tell you,  @bothsidesofaquestion,  but I think I've won you over. ❞

[lookedinfinite]

" why do you keep doing this? you know better. " ( enemies verse ) from @bothsidesofaquestion

her movements are soundless, like cat carefully treading on very edge of window, calculated and aware of her every muscle. he gets under her skin like nothing else - a splinter she's yet to work out how to remove, how to make herself want to entirely do so. "aw, are you calling me clever?" eyes dart up, painfully clever, daring him to actually say anything that could be misconstrued as a compliment. but he's already bordered on concern: on some tiny figment she labels as imagination, why would he truly care if she puts herself in danger?

as far as he knows, she's just some human, just a thing he hates. a thing he hates that has a bond with his daughter - who has proven, time and time again, she'd take a bullet for girl that isn't even close to being hers. so she just steps over rubble, continuing to sort through the ruins of what was once one of many underground labs. "I need to make sure there's nothing identifiable left. I know the people who ran the place, relax, I'm not up to anything evil." surely by now he knows all maeve does is care. "they've blown the place up, doesn't mean they won't come back to search through what files survived."

[doctordonovan]

❝ i didn't want you to find me like this. ❞

it's hardly rare for her to be soundless:   if anything,  these days,  it's far rarer for brunette to make any noise she deems unnecessary.  she has eyes all over city   -   people she's helped with her number saved on speed dial,  ready to tell her when something seems...  like her sort of mess.  there's such a fine line between separating herself and letting people down because she wasn't close enough to help.   so she doesn't say anything when he speaks,  steps as soundless as her,  moving opposite where he's sat and simply...  sinking to sit opposite of @bothsidesofaquestion.

❝ because you need privacy or for some misguided concern about pride? ❞   it's a gentle question - as void from judgement as she can get it even as brown eyes check him for any physical harm.  still leaving him his space,  yet careful to try and meet him halfway.  ❝ I'll leave if you really want me to. ❞

[doctordonovan]

[ CUDDLE ]  for the taller muse to the big spoon.

comfort is hard to find:  the deeper they fall into caring about world,  about their people,  the less likely they both are to ever properly rest again.   neither of them excels at it  -   the art of walking away when it's needed.  they work  (   and work  )   and play their parts until exhaustion wins...  yet even exhaustion isn't always enough to get real sleep.   there's so little difference in their heights  &&   even less so when they're lying like this,   back against his chest,  fingers mindlessly tracing patterns and equations on @bothsidesofaquestion's arm.

sleep isn't always an option,  but a little while of nothingness will hardly do any harm.  ❝ I can hear you thinking. ❞   her whisper is soft,  cutting through darkness with easy precision.  ❝ it's very loud,  like a trapped bee trying to get out of a window.  it might let you rest if you actually let it out. ❞