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complexfemalecharacter) wrote2022-07-12 08:49 pm
complexfemalecharacter) wrote2022-07-12 08:49 pm
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Nights like this one are actually really nice.
Maeve isn't sure where Rue is, but she and Steve have the flat to themselves, and while they had more than taken advantage of that fact a little earlier in some ways that involved very little clothing, now they're both on the couch in front of the TV. Some movie is on, something unfamiliar to Maeve, but Steve is never offended when she picks up a book and reads instead, which she does now.
Dressed in a comfortably loose pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt she's commandeered from Steve's collection, Maeve is reclined on the couch, her head on Steve's thigh as she reads.
It's fairly domestic, something Maeve never would have imagined she would like. But then, she'd never been with Steve before Darrow.
Classes are done for the semester, she's picked up a few extra shifts at New Leaf, and she gets to spend more time with him for the rest of the summer until classes start up again in September. This is the life Maeve knows she never would have been able to have in Moordale, stuck with her reputation, her lack of income, the judgment of the teachers around her.
She needed to get out and now she has.
Maeve isn't sure where Rue is, but she and Steve have the flat to themselves, and while they had more than taken advantage of that fact a little earlier in some ways that involved very little clothing, now they're both on the couch in front of the TV. Some movie is on, something unfamiliar to Maeve, but Steve is never offended when she picks up a book and reads instead, which she does now.
Dressed in a comfortably loose pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt she's commandeered from Steve's collection, Maeve is reclined on the couch, her head on Steve's thigh as she reads.
It's fairly domestic, something Maeve never would have imagined she would like. But then, she'd never been with Steve before Darrow.
Classes are done for the semester, she's picked up a few extra shifts at New Leaf, and she gets to spend more time with him for the rest of the summer until classes start up again in September. This is the life Maeve knows she never would have been able to have in Moordale, stuck with her reputation, her lack of income, the judgment of the teachers around her.
She needed to get out and now she has.
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And it's changing how he feels about her.
"I said that's okay," she says, still twisting the book between her hands. "It's probably better right now."
Honestly, she thinks she needs to be alone, too. She feels dangerously close to tears and she is not going to let herself cry in front of him over any of this.
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"Okay," he breathes out, pausing in front of her and then leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, murmuring quietly. "I love you."
It feels important to remind her of that, because nothing that's happened tonight changes that in the slightest. After kissing the top of her head, he straightens up and heads for the front door, picking up his backpack with a sigh.
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The tears come quick and silent and she brushes her face with the back of her hand. The TV is still on and Maeve jabs at the remote control to turn it off, wanting to shut off the stupid sound of revving car engines.
The silence is worse, but there's not much else she can do.