LOG; in our own time we'll take a chance; DES + MAEVE
who; Des and Maeve
when; Last night.
what; A resolution. Pardon the pun.
He'd never realized how leaving Johannesburg made him feel until they'd driven out of it the other night, but Des wanted to say he felt better than he had in a long time. But maybe that was because he was finally getting Maeve to smile again, even if they were pale imitations of her usual cheeriness. But it was something, right?
Des closed his eyes and tried to make himself sleep, the city lights of - ... somewhere. Maeve had mentioned the name, but it had slipped his mind once they'd checked in. In any case, the city was bright at night, and Des was wide awake when he wanted to sleep.
She'd smiled today, first time and meaning it since Kay had gotten hurt. It was in the car out of Johannesburg, when she could pretend everything was behind them, that it didn't matter. Because she wanted to believe it. It had seemed easier to believe it then, than now.
Maeve had her hair splayed out behind her, half on top of Des, staring through slits in the curtains, unaware he was awake as well. She didn't want to disturb him, so she didn't get up, but laying here didn't help either. Shifting slightly, Maeve sighed and tried closing her eyes to attempt sleep.
His eyes cracked open again, one hand sliding up her back to rest on her shoulder. He was never going to sleep at this rate. There was too much going on in his head, and he selfishly hoped she wasn't about to fall asleep, because he wanted to share it with her. The good and the bad.
"I think I want to leave the show," he whispered into the room, for some reason afraid to raise his voice. It was only them in the dark, after all.
Maeve's eyes snapped back open and she raised herself up on her arms, staring down at Des. They were under contract, she wanted to say, he couldn't break contract. Was he going to go back to Cork? Would he stay here? Would he-
"You do?"
He'd only tried out for the part to stay closer to her. He'd never dreamed any of this would happen, but that was all Fate's doing, wasn't it. And really, it had been fun, at first, but the more involved things got the more he knew he had other things to put his focus on.
"... Yeah."
It would be easier, she reasoned, not having to see them everyday, now that Thomas and her... Much easier.
And if Des wasn't going to be there either, what was making her stay, really?
"I do too. If you're going, I... well, I don't want to stay there." Anaros hadn't had a scene in months, and while Raziel was an Angel, and she liked him, he wasn't... well. And the rest were Seals. Who didn't want to see her now.
He sat up next to her, eyes already adjusting to the dim room. "Did something else happen?" Which was a stupid question. He knew something had, but Maeve wouldn't elaborate.
And now that he knew she wouldn't stay either... well. There really was no reason to keep up with his contract, was there?
She hadn't told him before because Thomas had been in his right to be mad. She... couldn't tell him, Maeve simply couldn't bring herself to say the words. But it was different now. Here. And it was Des, and she had been an idiot for not saying anything.
"Thomas and I... we talked. And he... He said he guessed he had to fight me."
... He could guess why. It made a certain amount of sense, even, and he certainly envied Thomas for the fact the person he loved wasn't someone he was supposed to fight as well.
But knowing that it was what Thomas had said that had made her try to pull away sort of canceled out any kind of sympathy he had for his teammate at the moment.
"... we'll... tell them we're quitting when we get back." Whenever that was going to be.
God, she didn't want to fight any of them. She wanted to tell Des, but would he understand when Thomas hadn't? Was it worth risking that just to get it off her chest when the result might make her feel worse? She shouldn't even be questioning him, she knew, but she couldn't help herself. She hadn't questioned Thomas either. A month ago, she wouldn't have questioned anyone.
"... okay."
He trusted her. He trusted her with everything, and he still did. He trusted her so much he was blinded, and Des didn't want to see anything else.
Des lay back down and sighed, staring up at her. That was it, then, for Westeros.
So it was.
And if it was the night for these kind of things, well, then she didn't want to lose the moment. "Des." She pulled her hair over her shoulder, sitting up straighter. "Let's get married."
He frowned up at her. "We are getting married."
She smiled, a genuine smile. "No, I mean now."
... Oh. Well then.
Des grinned at that. "Yeah, sure."
If they were both going to fight, she didn't want to wait until they could have a big wedding. There was no time for that, and she wanted to be his wife before that had to come crashing down.
Maeve grinned back and leaned down to kiss him lightly. "Tomorrow morning."
Des kissed her back, sitting up to meet her.
"Don't want to try for right now?" He joked when they pulled away.
She laughed, kissing his nose. "I would, but I don't think there's a Roman Catholic minister we can find at 2 in the morning."
"He won't mind the rude awakening if you ask," he slid an arm around her waist and tugged her back down onto the bed with him.
Giggling, Maeve landed on top of him, forgetting all about Johannesburg, if just for a few moments. "It'd be hard from the bed, you know."
"But not impossible." Des kissed her again. "... and I've been wondering where this shirt went, by the way."
She fidgeted slightly, looking down at the t-shirt she'd taken from his closet a few months ago. "It smelled like you."
He didn't mind much. "Looks good on you."
"So you're not mad?"
"No. Course not."
Another smile spread on her face and Maeve kissed him, but couldn't keep the smile away so she had to pull away after a bit, instead settling for just looking at him. "I love you."
Des laughed a little when she pulled away. She was happy, they would elope, and they could focus on each other instead of a silly television show now.
"I love you too."
when; Last night.
what; A resolution. Pardon the pun.
He'd never realized how leaving Johannesburg made him feel until they'd driven out of it the other night, but Des wanted to say he felt better than he had in a long time. But maybe that was because he was finally getting Maeve to smile again, even if they were pale imitations of her usual cheeriness. But it was something, right?
Des closed his eyes and tried to make himself sleep, the city lights of - ... somewhere. Maeve had mentioned the name, but it had slipped his mind once they'd checked in. In any case, the city was bright at night, and Des was wide awake when he wanted to sleep.
She'd smiled today, first time and meaning it since Kay had gotten hurt. It was in the car out of Johannesburg, when she could pretend everything was behind them, that it didn't matter. Because she wanted to believe it. It had seemed easier to believe it then, than now.
Maeve had her hair splayed out behind her, half on top of Des, staring through slits in the curtains, unaware he was awake as well. She didn't want to disturb him, so she didn't get up, but laying here didn't help either. Shifting slightly, Maeve sighed and tried closing her eyes to attempt sleep.
His eyes cracked open again, one hand sliding up her back to rest on her shoulder. He was never going to sleep at this rate. There was too much going on in his head, and he selfishly hoped she wasn't about to fall asleep, because he wanted to share it with her. The good and the bad.
"I think I want to leave the show," he whispered into the room, for some reason afraid to raise his voice. It was only them in the dark, after all.
Maeve's eyes snapped back open and she raised herself up on her arms, staring down at Des. They were under contract, she wanted to say, he couldn't break contract. Was he going to go back to Cork? Would he stay here? Would he-
"You do?"
He'd only tried out for the part to stay closer to her. He'd never dreamed any of this would happen, but that was all Fate's doing, wasn't it. And really, it had been fun, at first, but the more involved things got the more he knew he had other things to put his focus on.
"... Yeah."
It would be easier, she reasoned, not having to see them everyday, now that Thomas and her... Much easier.
And if Des wasn't going to be there either, what was making her stay, really?
"I do too. If you're going, I... well, I don't want to stay there." Anaros hadn't had a scene in months, and while Raziel was an Angel, and she liked him, he wasn't... well. And the rest were Seals. Who didn't want to see her now.
He sat up next to her, eyes already adjusting to the dim room. "Did something else happen?" Which was a stupid question. He knew something had, but Maeve wouldn't elaborate.
And now that he knew she wouldn't stay either... well. There really was no reason to keep up with his contract, was there?
She hadn't told him before because Thomas had been in his right to be mad. She... couldn't tell him, Maeve simply couldn't bring herself to say the words. But it was different now. Here. And it was Des, and she had been an idiot for not saying anything.
"Thomas and I... we talked. And he... He said he guessed he had to fight me."
... He could guess why. It made a certain amount of sense, even, and he certainly envied Thomas for the fact the person he loved wasn't someone he was supposed to fight as well.
But knowing that it was what Thomas had said that had made her try to pull away sort of canceled out any kind of sympathy he had for his teammate at the moment.
"... we'll... tell them we're quitting when we get back." Whenever that was going to be.
God, she didn't want to fight any of them. She wanted to tell Des, but would he understand when Thomas hadn't? Was it worth risking that just to get it off her chest when the result might make her feel worse? She shouldn't even be questioning him, she knew, but she couldn't help herself. She hadn't questioned Thomas either. A month ago, she wouldn't have questioned anyone.
"... okay."
He trusted her. He trusted her with everything, and he still did. He trusted her so much he was blinded, and Des didn't want to see anything else.
Des lay back down and sighed, staring up at her. That was it, then, for Westeros.
So it was.
And if it was the night for these kind of things, well, then she didn't want to lose the moment. "Des." She pulled her hair over her shoulder, sitting up straighter. "Let's get married."
He frowned up at her. "We are getting married."
She smiled, a genuine smile. "No, I mean now."
... Oh. Well then.
Des grinned at that. "Yeah, sure."
If they were both going to fight, she didn't want to wait until they could have a big wedding. There was no time for that, and she wanted to be his wife before that had to come crashing down.
Maeve grinned back and leaned down to kiss him lightly. "Tomorrow morning."
Des kissed her back, sitting up to meet her.
"Don't want to try for right now?" He joked when they pulled away.
She laughed, kissing his nose. "I would, but I don't think there's a Roman Catholic minister we can find at 2 in the morning."
"He won't mind the rude awakening if you ask," he slid an arm around her waist and tugged her back down onto the bed with him.
Giggling, Maeve landed on top of him, forgetting all about Johannesburg, if just for a few moments. "It'd be hard from the bed, you know."
"But not impossible." Des kissed her again. "... and I've been wondering where this shirt went, by the way."
She fidgeted slightly, looking down at the t-shirt she'd taken from his closet a few months ago. "It smelled like you."
He didn't mind much. "Looks good on you."
"So you're not mad?"
"No. Course not."
Another smile spread on her face and Maeve kissed him, but couldn't keep the smile away so she had to pull away after a bit, instead settling for just looking at him. "I love you."
Des laughed a little when she pulled away. She was happy, they would elope, and they could focus on each other instead of a silly television show now.
"I love you too."