It couldn't be anymore beautiful

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Liam had given it a great deal of thought, what his future sword was to be made of. His initial instinct, of course, was iron - simple, solid, strong. He'd considered other metals and discarded them all as too brittle, or too flashy, or any number of other criteria that he'd set for himself. "What do you know about swordsmithing?" he asked, curious what her thoughts would be. Maybe she could come up with some material that he'd yet to think of. "I was thinking iron, but that just seems so... plain." Not that appearances mattered as much as the substance of the sword, but this was a god-touched weapon, and he wanted it to look like such.

Maea's tail flicked through the water, splashing warmth over them both, and Liam grinned at her. She seemed, if anything, even more eager to get started than he was. And perhaps he should borrow some of that energy - get out of the trap of thinking about the quest and actually move forward with starting it. "We could go now?" he asked, making to hoist himself from the pool if she agreed.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam