spring breaks loose

There's someone inside me
That softly kills everyone around

Flora gasped as though offended, and Liam chuckled in response; her dramatic words were bright and unrepentant, and though unease uncoiled in his gut at whatever she might be plotting, he couldn’t help but admire the vivacious young queen. She continued to talk as he listened, his book forgotten, gazing at the girl with concern. She was going to get herself into trouble, but he knew enough to know that she wasn’t going to listen to him on the matter - and that it wasn’t really his place, anyway. He didn’t know her that well, and surely she had family and friends who would be on the lookout for her. Even if he didn’t really know who those people might be.

As she winked, stressing that he was an old soldier, Liam snorted. ”Gods, not that old, I hope,” he replied playfully, before he sobered. ”But, yes - if you run into trouble, I would do my best to help.” It was who he was. Damsel in distress or queen in difficulty, he was the type of person to do whatever he could to fix the problem - often to his own detriment.

But that was a consideration for another time.

”It’s funny, you didn’t strike me as the chaotic type when we met before, but now I’m starting to wonder. Your patron deity wouldn’t be Ludo, by chance, would it?” he teased, a spark in his hazel eyes.

They don't know they're dead to me cause
Intent never makes a sound

Liam