LIAM
Oh, how I find every subtle thing screams your name
It reminds me of places of times we shared
It reminds me of places of times we shared
Liam didn’t often come to the Sunken Gardens, but on this particular morning, he felt like switching up his usual routine. Ever since his conversation with Maea, he’d been on the lookout for Vi’s Roses, hoping that he could help the efforts against the Void. He’d searched all over the Greatwood with no luck, but he hadn’t yet searched here.
When he came this far from Sidhe Village, he did so with a sword at his hip, just in case he ran into some of the fouler creatures that ran amok in the woods. He’d dressed in comfortable clothes made for exercise, thinking that he would train while on the lookout for roses, and he’d tied his blonde hair away from his face. It was a beautiful spring morning, and Liam was looking forward to getting out and exploring an area that he didn’t frequent.
When he arrived, however, he realized that someone else must have had the same idea. A man he didn’t recognize was going through sword patterns, a gruesome scar on display. Liam paused for a moment, not wishing to interrupt, but then shrugged. Surely there was enough room around for two to practice - and if the stranger wished, Liam would be more than happy to spar.
So he went forward, careful to make plenty of noise so that he didn’t take the stranger by surprise. ”Hello,” he said as he approached, a friendly smile on his face. ”That’s a nice sword you have there.” And so it was - far nicer than the plain weapon Liam wore.
When he came this far from Sidhe Village, he did so with a sword at his hip, just in case he ran into some of the fouler creatures that ran amok in the woods. He’d dressed in comfortable clothes made for exercise, thinking that he would train while on the lookout for roses, and he’d tied his blonde hair away from his face. It was a beautiful spring morning, and Liam was looking forward to getting out and exploring an area that he didn’t frequent.
When he arrived, however, he realized that someone else must have had the same idea. A man he didn’t recognize was going through sword patterns, a gruesome scar on display. Liam paused for a moment, not wishing to interrupt, but then shrugged. Surely there was enough room around for two to practice - and if the stranger wished, Liam would be more than happy to spar.
So he went forward, careful to make plenty of noise so that he didn’t take the stranger by surprise. ”Hello,” he said as he approached, a friendly smile on his face. ”That’s a nice sword you have there.” And so it was - far nicer than the plain weapon Liam wore.
Couldn't live locked in these memories
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again
