[Honestly, what Maria wants to do is walk forward. Leave Ashe to her solitude, and take her own for now. She should've really expected the other woman to get up and come after her - that... clinginess is a double-edged sword at times.
In fact, it sticks out in her mind when Ashe had been upset and she'd called her back to hold her instead of letting her isolate herself to overthink how upset the documentary had made her.
The difference, of course, being that Maria is not nearly so physical as her girlfriend, nor so easily appeased by simple cuddling. She likes isolation at times, far away from people. Some of her best years were when she wasn't interacting with anyone she didn't want to, when she lived in the small towns and countryside of England and Ireland.
But Ashe doesn't operate on that same principle, and more than that, Maria knows she's doing what she knows best to try to comfort them both. So she stops, and takes a moment to try to breathe and center herself, and stop the spinning of the world beneath her feet.
She lets the silence linger for just about long enough, it might even start to feel like she's about to say no. In truth, she has to swallow down a knot in her throat, after she's done trying not to lose her balance and stay focused on the task at hand.
Ugh, the warmth and comfort of her - their - bed sounds too good to deny at the moment. The only reason she'd want to leave is because of the tension between them.
She's getting too used to this. She squeezes her eyes shut, and then takes a half-step back, trying not to kick Ashe in the process.] Alright. Come on.
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In fact, it sticks out in her mind when Ashe had been upset and she'd called her back to hold her instead of letting her isolate herself to overthink how upset the documentary had made her.
The difference, of course, being that Maria is not nearly so physical as her girlfriend, nor so easily appeased by simple cuddling. She likes isolation at times, far away from people. Some of her best years were when she wasn't interacting with anyone she didn't want to, when she lived in the small towns and countryside of England and Ireland.
But Ashe doesn't operate on that same principle, and more than that, Maria knows she's doing what she knows best to try to comfort them both. So she stops, and takes a moment to try to breathe and center herself, and stop the spinning of the world beneath her feet.
She lets the silence linger for just about long enough, it might even start to feel like she's about to say no. In truth, she has to swallow down a knot in her throat, after she's done trying not to lose her balance and stay focused on the task at hand.
Ugh, the warmth and comfort of her - their - bed sounds too good to deny at the moment. The only reason she'd want to leave is because of the tension between them.
She's getting too used to this. She squeezes her eyes shut, and then takes a half-step back, trying not to kick Ashe in the process.] Alright. Come on.