Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
Liam might have offered to take whatever message, letter or otherwise, that Maea wished to send, but her soft sigh gave him pause. She seemed torn, and he wasn't going to push her one way or another - particularly when his advice might end up making things worse for her in the end. If he convinced her to take the rose, to use it as a show of good faith for Halo, and it went south? He'd never forgive himself. So when she asked simply that he deliver her regards, Liam nodded. "Of course," he said.
And then he reached out to pluck the rose.
In truth, he was expecting something to happen. Lights to shine, or some other nonsense to indicate just how special the flower was. But he simply reached out and carefully pulled it from the ground, and looked up at Maea with awe, and that was that. He was now the bearer of one Vi's Rose - at least for now.
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And then he reached out to pluck the rose.
In truth, he was expecting something to happen. Lights to shine, or some other nonsense to indicate just how special the flower was. But he simply reached out and carefully pulled it from the ground, and looked up at Maea with awe, and that was that. He was now the bearer of one Vi's Rose - at least for now.
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Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
