Liam
I just want one more chance
Whatever Liam had expected of her, it was not for Maea to shove him into the river. The surprise, when it came, was cold and striking, and as he sprawled into the shallows, he has a wild moment where he thought he might laugh; but by the time he righted himself, spluttering incoherently at the feirwe, the thought had vanished.
He wasn’t angry. On the contrary, the water felt nice on his flushed skin, and he’d been in need of a shower to rid him of the stench of whiskey. No, he was simply bemused that Maea would choose such a strange time to be playful. Of course, it had the intended effect; he was no longer drowning in the sorrow of his own mind, pulled back into the present by her actions. But even if he wasn’t spiraling, he was a far cry from the man she’d come to know, and that would still be clear in his eyes.
Sitting there in the shallows, Liam braced his arms on his raised knees and looked at the feirwe, all innocent and beautiful in the sunlight. ”I’d invite you in,” he said wryly, ”But it’s probably still too cold for you.”
He wasn’t angry. On the contrary, the water felt nice on his flushed skin, and he’d been in need of a shower to rid him of the stench of whiskey. No, he was simply bemused that Maea would choose such a strange time to be playful. Of course, it had the intended effect; he was no longer drowning in the sorrow of his own mind, pulled back into the present by her actions. But even if he wasn’t spiraling, he was a far cry from the man she’d come to know, and that would still be clear in his eyes.
Sitting there in the shallows, Liam braced his arms on his raised knees and looked at the feirwe, all innocent and beautiful in the sunlight. ”I’d invite you in,” he said wryly, ”But it’s probably still too cold for you.”
To put my arms in fragile hands
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