Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
It took Maea a moment to answer, and Liam immediately felt guilty for pressing her. She’d shared little of her history with him to this point, and though he’d wondered why that was, it was ultimately none of his business - which made her eventual answer all the more noteworthy. The picture she painted of herself was bleak, full of flaws that Liam had yet to see. But rather than comment on anything he didn’t have the full story of, he merely nodded.
”I won’t push you,” he told her. ”It’s good enough for me that you stay, and a bonus that you help in whatever capacity that you see fit.” Perhaps she’d begin to feel differently as they worked, as they poured their blood, sweat, and tears into bringing the Greatwood back from the brink of extinction. And if not, that was fine, too. There was no lingering deadline, no unyielding requirement. They could help for now and decide what - if anything - else to do later.
”I won’t push you,” he told her. ”It’s good enough for me that you stay, and a bonus that you help in whatever capacity that you see fit.” Perhaps she’d begin to feel differently as they worked, as they poured their blood, sweat, and tears into bringing the Greatwood back from the brink of extinction. And if not, that was fine, too. There was no lingering deadline, no unyielding requirement. They could help for now and decide what - if anything - else to do later.
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
