Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share
This lust is a burden that we both share
Liam watched as Maea played with her fire, admiring the way the flames danced along her fingers in different shapes and lines, the reflection in the water almost as enchanting as the fire itself. She set butterflies of flame to flitting around, and a half-smile appeared on his face almost without realizing it. It didn't replace the magic that Maea had lost - of that, he was sure - but it was something for her to hold onto all the same.
He wasn't sure what he'd expected to hear her say, but for her to have spoken to Flora, of all people, was perhaps not it. He looked at her with his brows knit together - not unhappily, exactly, but perhaps with concern. He might not know everything there was to know about Maea, but her relationship with Flora had seemed... rocky, at best.
But perhaps that was behind them, because it seemed like Torchline's queen had offered actual advice to the Ancient - and it was good advice, Liam realized as he listened. He hadn't been thinking about what the Family might do in response to their attempts to revive the Greatwood - only that this seemed like an opportune time, with everyone visiting anyway. "I hadn't considered..." He trailed off. "But, no - of course I wouldn't think less of you." If anything, he rather thought that this proved he wasn't in a position to lead. He hadn't thought about the consequences for the region, and wasn't that supposed to be a ruler's first instinct?
"She's right, I think," he admitted after a moment. He sighed. "And so are you. This... maybe isn't the time."
He wasn't sure what he'd expected to hear her say, but for her to have spoken to Flora, of all people, was perhaps not it. He looked at her with his brows knit together - not unhappily, exactly, but perhaps with concern. He might not know everything there was to know about Maea, but her relationship with Flora had seemed... rocky, at best.
But perhaps that was behind them, because it seemed like Torchline's queen had offered actual advice to the Ancient - and it was good advice, Liam realized as he listened. He hadn't been thinking about what the Family might do in response to their attempts to revive the Greatwood - only that this seemed like an opportune time, with everyone visiting anyway. "I hadn't considered..." He trailed off. "But, no - of course I wouldn't think less of you." If anything, he rather thought that this proved he wasn't in a position to lead. He hadn't thought about the consequences for the region, and wasn't that supposed to be a ruler's first instinct?
"She's right, I think," he admitted after a moment. He sighed. "And so are you. This... maybe isn't the time."
Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Liam
