Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
The good news was that Liam was difficult to discourage. As a soldier, he had long since learned to take constructive criticism in stride. He would simply keep this instance in mind next time he voiced a suggestion. As for Phoebe's idea, Liam laughed along with her. "Why not both, indeed?" he said warmly, nodding along with her musings. "Well, whatever you need to make it happen, I'm here to help." He would do everything in his power to assist with whatever the Greatwood - or Phoebe - required. He hoped she knew that.
In the meantime, they were arriving at the restaurant, where Liam had made a reservation. They were seated swiftly enough, and a waiter took their drink orders. Liam, true to form, ordered a whiskey. Whie they waited for their drinks to arrive, Liam half-heartedly perused the menu. "So, other than being our Guardian, what have you been up to lately?" he asked, more interested by far in Phoebe than in finding something to eat.
In the meantime, they were arriving at the restaurant, where Liam had made a reservation. They were seated swiftly enough, and a waiter took their drink orders. Liam, true to form, ordered a whiskey. Whie they waited for their drinks to arrive, Liam half-heartedly perused the menu. "So, other than being our Guardian, what have you been up to lately?" he asked, more interested by far in Phoebe than in finding something to eat.
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
