Liam
I just want one more chance
The water was cold, and the juxtaposition of the chill of the river against the warmth of Maea’s flank was perhaps the thing that shook Liam from his gloom. As the feirwe pressed her muzzle gently against his arm, Liam met her lavender eyes squarely for the first time since he’d fallen. Something in the depths of her eyes told him that she understood. He wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse - he would never wish this pain on his worst enemy, much less on his dearest friend.
After a few more moments of silent wallowing, the soldier seemed to gather himself. ”Let’s get out of this water, at least,” he suggested, his voice rougher than normal as he fought off a shiver. Gods, Maea must be freezing. He was immediately guilty for putting her in this position in the first place. Not only had he interrupted her hunt, but he’d put her in danger - all because he couldn’t get his shit together.
He clambered to his feet, shaking water out of his hair as he made his way back to shore. Once there, he waited for Maea to join him. ”I’m sorry,” he told her softly, remorse lacing his features.
But she hadn’t run. She’d barely even blinked.
He didn’t deserve her friendship.
After a few more moments of silent wallowing, the soldier seemed to gather himself. ”Let’s get out of this water, at least,” he suggested, his voice rougher than normal as he fought off a shiver. Gods, Maea must be freezing. He was immediately guilty for putting her in this position in the first place. Not only had he interrupted her hunt, but he’d put her in danger - all because he couldn’t get his shit together.
He clambered to his feet, shaking water out of his hair as he made his way back to shore. Once there, he waited for Maea to join him. ”I’m sorry,” he told her softly, remorse lacing his features.
But she hadn’t run. She’d barely even blinked.
He didn’t deserve her friendship.
To put my arms in fragile hands
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