#mayros

ship aesthetics: mayros (melinda may/rosalind price)

im a furry?

“You skipped group last night,” she looks up from her tea at the sound of Rosalind’s voice, and she swallows at the sadness the other woman tried to hide from her.

“Ros...” she starts as Rosalind sits across from her, fiddling with her mug.

“Are you running from this?” Rosalind asked, leaning forward and touching her wrist lightly; Melinda pulls her hand back slightly, swallowing as she avoids her gaze.

“I just...I can’t right now,” she whispers, voice thick. She can’t look at Rosalind because she knows she’ll crack. She wasn’t the person she was before Bahrain- she couldn’t let herself fall in love with someone she’d just stain with the blood on her hands.

“Mel, please don’t push me away,” Rosalind was nearly begging, and when Melinda finally lifted her eyes to hers, there were tears in those beautiful green eyes.

“Please I just...I just really need some space right now,” Melinda whispered, voice hoarse and thick with tears that she furiously blinked away, clenching her fist. “I’m sorry, Rosalind. You deserve better than me.”

She walks away, refusing to look back despite how much it hurt her heart. She deserved this pain; happiness wasn’t meant for murderers like her.

Melinda looks up at the sound of heels on linoleum; she drops her gaze when she realizes it’s Rosalind, pen scribbling over the paperwork in front of her. The dark-haired woman shuts her office door and sits in the chair across from her desk, crossing her ankles and waiting.

“Can I help you?” she asked the ATCU director, raising an eyebrow as she lifted her gaze. Rosalind mirrored the motion, arms folded over her chest.

“Want to fill me in on how the mission went?” she asks, and Melinda sighs, setting her pen down and sitting back in her chair.

“We found Lincoln, but were unsuccessful at bringing him in- Lash got in the way,” she answered, and Rosalind sat forward, interest in her face. “Daisy’s able to get a hold of Lincoln, though. We’ll let you know if we’re able to bring him in.”

“Alright,” Rosalind replied, studying Melinda for a moment before she leaned closer, dropping her voice. “When are you going to learn that you can trust me, Melinda?”

Melinda leans in just as close, noses merely inches apart.

2008