Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
No objections. She could practically feel scepticism rolling off him, but to his credit Liam didn't actually say anything. Relieved, and glad that her misfortunes wouldn't disrupt the partnership that had evolved around her search for the roses, she considered where to meet up. It didn't really matter, in the end.
"Here, perhaps? Or I can meet you outside your place, it's all the same to me."
With all the errands taken care of, she wasn't sure what to do next. Even though they could be comfortable in silence, up until now there had still always been an element of work to their meetings. To search, or eat, or clean up. Ruled largely by her wants and needs, the sudden lack of an immediate goal had her fidgeting quietly where she stood.
"What are you going to do now?" she wondered after a while, glancing up at Liam.
"Here, perhaps? Or I can meet you outside your place, it's all the same to me."
With all the errands taken care of, she wasn't sure what to do next. Even though they could be comfortable in silence, up until now there had still always been an element of work to their meetings. To search, or eat, or clean up. Ruled largely by her wants and needs, the sudden lack of an immediate goal had her fidgeting quietly where she stood.
"What are you going to do now?" she wondered after a while, glancing up at Liam.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
