#maeve doherty

[sanityshorror]

Hello ,

How tall was Oran And Maeve ?

Have a good day 😁

Oran was 6'1 and Maeve was about 5'2. Julius got his father's height and his mother's tiny, very petite bone structure (Julius has a very small bone structure especially for his height - he would look underweight even at a healthy weight simply due to what a tiny build he has despite being 6'2).

[teddybearishome]

HCs for Maeve Doherty

the agegab from her and Oran is 5 years

her favs animals are chikens XD

loves smasched potatos

she hates dresses , just wear them cause Oran forced her

she have diarys but hide them from Oran

shes lasbian ( in the closet )

her bff was her gf but in secret

she and Orans relationship getting better after they moved to america

she dreamed as child that she couöld go to school Dx

she is the 2nd person who see Oran crying ever

Oran r*ped her and she make it too the next day , there both was very toxid to each other

thats the reaoson why she hated julius so much....

charakters belongs to @sanityshorror

[na--triobloidi]

Blood & Honey

Maeve grasped the pay phone like a lifeline, her grip desperate and tight. Her hands shook so violently that it took three tries to put her coins in the slot without dropping them. She scrounged them up with nothing more than pity on her side, the generosity of a passerby made uncomfortable by the sight of her crying on the sidewalk as she realized she had no change to call Sean with. It was dark out, a cold wet winter night complete with rain that nearly should have been snow and Maeve was drenched to the bone. Brian swore he would mess her up so bad that no man would ever want her and left her no time to grab a jacket before she ran from their apartment. Between the throbbing pain she felt with each small shift she made and the blood now sticky and warm against her skin as it dripped down her face — she was liable to believe he more than succeeded. “Please… please pick up–“ Her voice trembled as her plea escaped, head tipping back to rest against the glass of the phone booth. Absentmindedly Maeve drew her fingers over the small new curve of her stomach, silently willing her baby to move, it had to be okay, it had to be okay. She would never forgive herself otherwise. “Sean?” The moment someone picked up on the other end of the line the quavering in Maeve’s voice gave way to a sob, one so fierce it wracked her frame and made it hard to stand. “Sean I need— I need help and I don’t deserve it but —“ But it’s not just me anymore, that was what she was dying to say but too frightened to voice.

[icarus-writes]

doodlin' my curly haired baby