@theyicarus: ‵ if i can still breathe, i’m fine. ′
❝ HANNA, YOU’RE NOT FINE, LOVE. ❞ maven shakes his head, reaching out to cup her cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing over the heavy, dark circles under her eye. ❝ you haven’t slept in almost four days. whenever you try to sleep, you wake up screaming, crying. and when was the last time you had a decent meal? ❞ she’s not fine. maven can see it, feel it. his own heart breaks for her, his own bones feel heavy with misery and concern. ❝ talk to me. i know you’re used to keeping secrets and trying to protect the people you love, but that is not your life anymore. whatever’s going on, i can help. even if someone’s telling you i can’t, or threatening my safety — i can help. i promise you that i can help. ❞ he swears.
PROMPT: ACCEPTING


















