First Encounters
He closes his eyes for a brief moment while shaking his head before looking to where Maeve motioned at his bag. There was a small silence, as if his tired mind was still slow at processing, and he sighed, ā I⦠Uh, could you hand me my phone? ā¦Itās in the bottom pocket. ā There was no telling how many people called him, or tried to communicate with him.Ā
The flood was causing havoc amongst the city, he had gotten severely sick, and the ⦠Henry and Maeve had mentioned the lack of their energy source. Ā But had he been so sick that it had been nothing but an ill-induced creation of his mind? ā ⦠How⦠Much of that back there was real, or was it just a hallucination? ā He laughed, but it lacked enthusiasm, it was a nervous laughā one of a man that was unsure, that could not rely on his own, possibly faulty, memories.
Maeve nodded and stretched to snag his bag of the chair, not letting go of his hand as she did. Plopping it on her lap, she riffled through it with her free hand.Ā
"Ah-ha!" she squeaked triumphantly, pulling it out with a smile and passing it to him.Ā
As soon as he took it, she grew a momentarily awkward, releasing his hand so he could look at it himself. Her eyes dropped to her lap where her hands folded together around his bag.Ā
Now, this was the hard part. Did she admit it was all real, or did she let it pass off as a hallucination?
Maeve caught herself tugging at her fingers and forced herself to stop. She bit the inside of her cheek instead, glancing up at Cal, inhaling through her nose. Releasing her cheek before it started to throb, she smiled again, saying, "Oh that -- that was all..."
She stopped, choking on something lighthearted about him having funny hallucinations about things. Coughing she realized she simply couldn't manage it. Lying here didn't feel right. And a fae had to know how to trust her own gut.Ā
Swallowing hard, she head dipped again as she said, "That was all true."











