my heart's on fire—anditsdefinitelynotbecauseofyou

As she spoke, her mind cast back but didn’t linger on the memories. Meg continued to eat, even as he stole from her plate, the typical reaction of a playful tap to his shoulder given.

[color=#008e02]“You’ll find him a bit different. Meaner. Less forgiving and even less trusting, because of her.”[/color] Again she sighed, in between bites. Ruth hadn’t been the only one fooled, Meg had even encouraged things, seeing it as a positive thing. In part, she felt responsible for Ruth’s pain even if it was a ridiculous notion.

Nairn had finished up while she nibbled away, [color=#008e02]“You’re back now. I don’t have to.”[/color] She’d glance over catching his look, shoulder bobbing. [color=#008e02]“Too soft maybe. Good is relative.”[/color] No-one was perfectly good, if they were Meg wondered what they’d been smoking to get there.

The murmur though, had her breath catching, his breath hitting the skin of her neck. Her head tucked into her shoulders and she let out a short giggle. Lowering her voice, Meg moved to stand, [color=#008e02]“I’m done anyways,”[/color] placing her plate on top. She’d dip her voice so only he could hear her, [color=#008e02]“and I’ve… something I can snack on for later. We going to your room then?”[/color]