There's someone inside me
That softly kills everyone around
That softly kills everyone around
Liam grimaced. ”These are all the books I could find on flora in the Greatwood, but I’m afraid they’re rather picked over at the moment,” he said, gesturing to the stack around him. ”You’re welcome to any of them, but they haven’t proven very useful thus far.” He’d hoped that they would have some information on the roses’ preferred light levels, or soil types, or something that would be helpful. So far, he’d only managed to figure out that they were incredibly rare - which, of course, he’d already known.
Flipping the page idly, Liam sighed. ”Trying to. As you can see, it’s not going well.” He flipped the book shut with a snap that was louder than he meant to, and looked up to find the librarian glaring daggers at him. He raised a hand apologetically, then gentle set the tome aside.
Glancing at Flora, he took in the loose braid and the rumpled clothing, and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. ”If you insist. Seems rude, though. I don’t know you well enough to drop the formalities.”
Flipping the page idly, Liam sighed. ”Trying to. As you can see, it’s not going well.” He flipped the book shut with a snap that was louder than he meant to, and looked up to find the librarian glaring daggers at him. He raised a hand apologetically, then gentle set the tome aside.
Glancing at Flora, he took in the loose braid and the rumpled clothing, and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. ”If you insist. Seems rude, though. I don’t know you well enough to drop the formalities.”
They don't know they're dead to me cause
Intent never makes a sound
Intent never makes a sound
Liam
