Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
It was funny, how easily he fell into the flash of ease and happiness; but it passed quickly, and immediate guilt crashed over him as he realized that, for a moment, he'd forgotten his family's fate. To hide the shift in mood, he took a sip of his whiskey, focusing on the way it burned as it slid down his throat. He toyed with his glass, a slightly sad smile on his face, lingering in the lightheartedness of their teasing while simultaneously feeling the shame that accompanied such feelings for him, these days.
Talking about training was easier, and he focused on the list of Phoebe's magics. "Razor edged petals?" he asked, raising a brow. He made a mental note to be sure to bring a shield to any spars with Phoebe, lest he be impaled by sharpened flowers. What a death to imagine. "That sounds useful." And slightly terrifying. "Well, I won't be any use with magic, but I can certainly help train you in more mundane matters. How much experience do you have with self-defense?"
Talking about training was easier, and he focused on the list of Phoebe's magics. "Razor edged petals?" he asked, raising a brow. He made a mental note to be sure to bring a shield to any spars with Phoebe, lest he be impaled by sharpened flowers. What a death to imagine. "That sounds useful." And slightly terrifying. "Well, I won't be any use with magic, but I can certainly help train you in more mundane matters. How much experience do you have with self-defense?"
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
