Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
Liam stared at Maea, impressed with her foresight. He’d admired her the entire time he’d known her, but this was something else entirely, a side of her he hadn’t seen before now. ”You have a knack for this kind of thing, don’t you?” he asked her, curious to uncover more of the puzzle that was Maea. In truth, this kind of thinking was foreign to him. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to take care of the Greatwood property alone. But if he had Maea’s help…
”Will you help me?” he asked, hazel eyes trained on her face. It was a big ask, he knew, for someone who had only just decided to make the Greatwood their home, but he suddenly couldn’t imagine doing all this without her. Somehow, along the course of their shared journey thus far, Maea had become invaluable to Liam, a presence that strengthened and comforted in equal measure.
And if her helping meant more nights like this in his future, then he certainly wouldn’t complain about that, either.
”Will you help me?” he asked, hazel eyes trained on her face. It was a big ask, he knew, for someone who had only just decided to make the Greatwood their home, but he suddenly couldn’t imagine doing all this without her. Somehow, along the course of their shared journey thus far, Maea had become invaluable to Liam, a presence that strengthened and comforted in equal measure.
And if her helping meant more nights like this in his future, then he certainly wouldn’t complain about that, either.
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
