[o] you make breaking hearts look so easy

Liam

I just want one more chance

"'The first time?'" Liam repeated, quirking an eyebrow at her. "Am I to gather this will become a regular thing?" His voice was teasing; he didn't really mind. It would be nice to spend more time with Maea, and to be able to hone his admittedly rusty skills at the same time. He did, however, appreciate that she didn't suggest now. Although he was much closer to sober as the day wore on, he certainly was in no shape to attempt to spar - although the results might be amusing to one of them, it certainly wouldn't be him. He wasn't sure his wounded pride could take another blow on the same day. "Tomorrow morning, then," he agreed.

Liam was not particularly good at being on the receiving end of things; he was much more willing to be giving than to take in return. Still, if Maea wanted to help him, then who was he to tell her no? If he was learning anything, it was that solitude was not a state he wanted to stay in for much longer, and though he knew he needed to branch out and meet other people, too, Maea would forever hold a special place in his heart for all that she had already done.

So he nodded. "You'll be the first to know," he assured her. "Right now, I'd settle for a bit less purple, you know what I mean?" And Maea was already making strides on that count, having found and delivered one rose to Flora.

To put my arms in fragile hands

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