Liam
And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
Liam tossed the remnants of the tent onto the burn pile, a faint blush on his cheeks from Maea’s ready praise. Despite her outlook, it wasn’t a question of where he’d be welcomed as much as it was a question of where he wanted to be. He may have left Stormbreak behind, that much was clear, but none of the other settled regions called to him, either. Particularly not Halo, which he had to imagine was an abysmal place to spend Deepfrost. ”Not Halo, then,” he agreed, because he certainly didn’t wish to spend a life without the first real friend he’d made in years.
But if not Stormbreak, and not Halo… he wasn’t drawn to the Grounds, and though Torchline no doubt had its merits, he couldn’t see himself living a carefree life on the beach either. Perhaps King’s End, then; but he’d never been, so he had no way of knowing whether he’d like it or not. Whether he’d be accepted there, whether he could make a difference as he so desperately longed to do.
He supposed he could stay here, deep in the woods, but once Vi’s Roses were found, would people still want to be here, or would he return to life as a hermit? Was there anything he could do to change the Greatwood for the better, to make it a destination for people again?
”For now, we’ll just focus on finding a rose,” he said finally, turning his gaze to Maea. ”The rest will sort itself out.” Or so he hoped.
But if not Stormbreak, and not Halo… he wasn’t drawn to the Grounds, and though Torchline no doubt had its merits, he couldn’t see himself living a carefree life on the beach either. Perhaps King’s End, then; but he’d never been, so he had no way of knowing whether he’d like it or not. Whether he’d be accepted there, whether he could make a difference as he so desperately longed to do.
He supposed he could stay here, deep in the woods, but once Vi’s Roses were found, would people still want to be here, or would he return to life as a hermit? Was there anything he could do to change the Greatwood for the better, to make it a destination for people again?
”For now, we’ll just focus on finding a rose,” he said finally, turning his gaze to Maea. ”The rest will sort itself out.” Or so he hoped.
And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now
You don't wanna know me now
