They were afraid of her. Even with the muzzle they put on her. Figuratively and literally. It dampens everything. Makes her thoughts slow. Sluggish. Which she hates the most. How slow she is.
They need her. She is the key. But they're so afraid.
Apart from him.
She has no idea who he is. Some cowboy who ended up in space apparently. But he touches her skin, a small brush inside of her wrist. It's like waking up. For a moment they pool into each other. Minds opening. A dark expanse between them but they see each other. The lights they keep hidden in the depths of themselves.
--
It's a few weeks before she sees him again. Expecting to see fear in his eyes but instead their is simply uncertainty.
"You came back," she murmured. Slow. Her tongue is heavy, the seditives still heavy inside of her. The mask muffling her voice. "You saw too much."
There is a moment of silence. Maeve wondering if he was going to instantly walk away. But then his lips quirk into a smile. Something warming his features. He is beautiful. This solider. This keeper of hers.
"Or not 'enough?"



















