Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
”It will,” Liam agreed. He was looking forward to the time to spend just enjoying life, which was remarkable enough that it gave him pause. Maea was searching for a place to live and thrive; was it possible that he’d been searching for the same thing? That rather than peace and solitude, he’d been looking for a greater purpose and a place where he could become something more than a sad widower with no one left to care for? It was something to think about, certainly, and it threw his time in the Greatwood into a whole new light.
Liam accepted the towel back and placed it on the counter by the sink. He turned to pour more water into his glass, then took a healthy sip, if only to have something to do with his hands. He’d never imagined what would come next, when he’d thought to invite Maea to dinner before. When she suggested heading home, Liam nodded, swallowing a surge of disappointment. It had been such a nice evening that he wasn’t keen for it to end, but he supposed that it must, eventually. ”Right,” he said with a small smile. ”Thanks for coming over. I’m really glad you did.” Quietly earnest, he gestured towards the rose. ”I’m really happy for you, Maea.”
Liam accepted the towel back and placed it on the counter by the sink. He turned to pour more water into his glass, then took a healthy sip, if only to have something to do with his hands. He’d never imagined what would come next, when he’d thought to invite Maea to dinner before. When she suggested heading home, Liam nodded, swallowing a surge of disappointment. It had been such a nice evening that he wasn’t keen for it to end, but he supposed that it must, eventually. ”Right,” he said with a small smile. ”Thanks for coming over. I’m really glad you did.” Quietly earnest, he gestured towards the rose. ”I’m really happy for you, Maea.”
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
