Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
Phoebe was perceptive - it was something that Liam admired about her, and he nodded as she amended his statement. "You're right," he said softly, squeezing her hand where it sat in his. His late wife and their children had always been full of light and laughter. For him to spend what time remained in Caido sad and grief-stricken - they wouldn't want that. And neither did he, really. He didn't want to forget them, didn't want to move on from them, but he did still want to live. And that, at least, was an improvement on where he'd been in the weeks after their deaths.
As for Phoebe's other magics, Liam blushed faintly at the mention of her healing magic, which he had most certainly not forgotten about. "You could have warned me about the side effects," he said wryly. Of course, knowing Phoebe better now, he could only assume that she'd gotten some kind of amusement out of seeing how he'd react.
As for Phoebe's other magics, Liam blushed faintly at the mention of her healing magic, which he had most certainly not forgotten about. "You could have warned me about the side effects," he said wryly. Of course, knowing Phoebe better now, he could only assume that she'd gotten some kind of amusement out of seeing how he'd react.
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
