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
Gods, but this woman was stubborn - or was she wary, and if so, why? For all that Liam had extended nothing but kindness, it seemed that she was still hesitant to take him up on it. He didn’t blame her, exactly - there were, after all, plenty of men who might attempt to take advantage in a situation such as this - but the rejection, however gentle, stung slightly just the same. ”After we’re done in the market, I’ll show you to the inn,” he said simply, his voice betraying nothing. All that really mattered, he supposed, was that Maea was safe and sheltered. It didn’t have to be with him.
They sat for some time as the burn pile smoldered, Maea in a brooding silence and Liam thoughtful beside her. Every once in a while he would poke at the embers, making sure there were no flickers of flame trapped underneath, where they could cause a forest fire if not properly tended. It wasn’t until Maea’s belongings were ash on the wind that she turned to him, prepared to head out, and it was with the utmost sympathy that Liam stood from where he’d sat nearby, stretching, to lead the way.
”Yes. Many of the merchants sell Fae items, but there are a few with wares that will fit you.” He’d made use of them several times to restock his own wardrobe. ”Im not sure how fashionable they are, but their clothes are comfortable, at least,” he added, trying for a levity that he didn’t quite feel. It was no small thing to lose all that one owned, and he wasn’t yet sure how to help Maea in this situation. Would she prefer humor, or merely someone to sit in silence with her while she mourned?
They sat for some time as the burn pile smoldered, Maea in a brooding silence and Liam thoughtful beside her. Every once in a while he would poke at the embers, making sure there were no flickers of flame trapped underneath, where they could cause a forest fire if not properly tended. It wasn’t until Maea’s belongings were ash on the wind that she turned to him, prepared to head out, and it was with the utmost sympathy that Liam stood from where he’d sat nearby, stretching, to lead the way.
”Yes. Many of the merchants sell Fae items, but there are a few with wares that will fit you.” He’d made use of them several times to restock his own wardrobe. ”Im not sure how fashionable they are, but their clothes are comfortable, at least,” he added, trying for a levity that he didn’t quite feel. It was no small thing to lose all that one owned, and he wasn’t yet sure how to help Maea in this situation. Would she prefer humor, or merely someone to sit in silence with her while she mourned?
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
