Liam
I just want one more chance
Maea lit the pyre with minimal effort, bringing a wan smile to Liam’s face. He was starting to think that Ancients had it all figured out - except for the whole freezing into stone thing, of course. The soldier sat next to Maea as she stuck her hands into the flames, close enough that he could help warm her if requested, but not quite close enough to be touching yet. He let out a humorless laugh. ”Hardly,” he replied drily. ”You wouldn’t have been in there at all if not for me.”
Perhaps Liam should have felt awkward, given how everything had turned out, but the only emotion he could manage to summon was exhaustion. The fire crackled in front of them, throwing off enough heat that it was slightly uncomfortable for the soldier, but he didn’t complain. Not after everything Maea had done for him that day. ”Thank you,” he said finally. ”For - for listening.” For staying. For everything.
Perhaps Liam should have felt awkward, given how everything had turned out, but the only emotion he could manage to summon was exhaustion. The fire crackled in front of them, throwing off enough heat that it was slightly uncomfortable for the soldier, but he didn’t complain. Not after everything Maea had done for him that day. ”Thank you,” he said finally. ”For - for listening.” For staying. For everything.
To put my arms in fragile hands
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