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
Rather than brave the hustle and bustle of the inn, Liam waited outside to see if Maea would be lucky enough to score a room. When she returned, the results were clear on her pale face. Liam winced at her subdued silence as she came to lean against a nearby tree. For a time, they stood there like that, watching Fae and human alike traverse in and out of the inn. They were fortunate, Liam thought, to be so well-equipped, to be able to treat their search like a vacation. Perhaps, for many of them, it was just that. But for Maea, it was a test to prove herself worthy of a home, and that she didn’t have the freedom to just move on saddened him - even as some small, selfish part of him was relieved that she wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon.
When she finally spoke, Liam turned to gaze at her steadily. ”You don’t owe me an explanation, Maea,” he said. Perhaps his imaginings were wrong, but he could think of dozens of reasons not to accept a room in a man’s house for a woman traveling alone. Without knowing any more of her history than he did, he couldn’t hazard a guess as to why she refused his help, but if he had to guess, he would certainly think it was about more than just obstinacy. There was something else at play, even if she didn’t wish to share it with him.
”The offer stands, if you change your mind. In the meantime… what do you plan to do? I’d offer you another tent, but the next storm that comes through…” His brow creased with concern. No, a tent wasn’t a good option. She needed somewhere safer. More permanent. Unfortunately, save for a guest room or an inn room, Liam was all out of ideas.
When she finally spoke, Liam turned to gaze at her steadily. ”You don’t owe me an explanation, Maea,” he said. Perhaps his imaginings were wrong, but he could think of dozens of reasons not to accept a room in a man’s house for a woman traveling alone. Without knowing any more of her history than he did, he couldn’t hazard a guess as to why she refused his help, but if he had to guess, he would certainly think it was about more than just obstinacy. There was something else at play, even if she didn’t wish to share it with him.
”The offer stands, if you change your mind. In the meantime… what do you plan to do? I’d offer you another tent, but the next storm that comes through…” His brow creased with concern. No, a tent wasn’t a good option. She needed somewhere safer. More permanent. Unfortunately, save for a guest room or an inn room, Liam was all out of ideas.
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
