chained to my thoughts again

Oh, how I've tried to get you out of my head
And I lie broken in words I said

From what little Liam knew of the Greatwood, he had not expected a warm welcome. Oh, he hadn't thought he wouldn't be welcomed - he just thought that he'd be able to move in with little fanfare, perhaps without anyone really noticing. It was supposed to be a quiet place, small - though, come to think of it, perhaps that made it harder to get lost in a crowd. Perhaps he should have anticipated that he would be a bit of a novelty.

In any case, he exited the cottage, running a hand through blonde curls, to find a pretty woman waiting for him. In truth, she was more than just pretty - she was the pinnacle of beauty. He stopped in his tracks, surprise coloring his features for the briefest moment before being replaced with a look of polite interest. "Hello," he rumbled, perhaps a little cautiously, having not anticipated meeting any neighbors quite so soon. But she was so warm and friendly that he couldn't help but smile slightly in return as he accepted the basket. "Thank you. It is much appreciated." Let it never be said that he was anything but well-mannered.

Then, because it seemed like the logical thing to do, he shifted the basket to one hand and held out the other. "I'm Liam," he said. "It's nice to meet you...?"

Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began

Liam