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 was surprised when Maea reached out to squeeze his arm and offered a small, shy smile in return. He nodded that he'd wait, turning to continue browsing as he did so. He wasn't really in need of anything, but it was a way to pass the time. He'd learned long ago that trying on clothes could be a lengthy process, and he'd never been particularly good at sitting and twiddling his thumbs.
Struck by a sudden idea, Liam meandered over to a different section, outside of the many clothes. He searched for a few moments before finding what he was looking for; then he deliberated: brown or black? Seeing as Maea had picked out some black pants for herself, he finally decided on that, and by the time she emerged from trying on her clothes, he was waiting with a black satchel in hand. The bag was well-priced and practical, with waterproofing and sturdy straps. He thought it might work for her, given her current lifestyle.
If he'd thought she'd accept it from him, he'd have bought it for her, but at the risk of her refusal (after all, she wouldn't even accept a roof over her head for a few days), he simply held it up for her inspection. "There are other options, if you don't like this one," he said. "Or, if you'd prefer a chest, there's a carpenter down the road who might have some in stock."
Struck by a sudden idea, Liam meandered over to a different section, outside of the many clothes. He searched for a few moments before finding what he was looking for; then he deliberated: brown or black? Seeing as Maea had picked out some black pants for herself, he finally decided on that, and by the time she emerged from trying on her clothes, he was waiting with a black satchel in hand. The bag was well-priced and practical, with waterproofing and sturdy straps. He thought it might work for her, given her current lifestyle.
If he'd thought she'd accept it from him, he'd have bought it for her, but at the risk of her refusal (after all, she wouldn't even accept a roof over her head for a few days), he simply held it up for her inspection. "There are other options, if you don't like this one," he said. "Or, if you'd prefer a chest, there's a carpenter down the road who might have some in stock."
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
