Liam
And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
Sword design wasn't really Liam's strong point, so he shook his head. "I don't need anything fancy," he said. "It just has to be decorated with dream bird feathers. As for the rest... as long as it's sharp, I'm not picky." He envisioned a simple blade with an emerald set into the pommel, a leather-wrapped hilt, and as for the feathers... well, he'd leave that up to Deimos. The best he could come up with was some kind of attachment to the hilt, perhaps like a charm of sorts.
Liam followed along, bag slung over his shoulder, as Deimos paused to collect some memory snow. The soldier watched curiously as the Sword broke off a snowman's arm. Hopefully, no one would mind - someone had put a lot of effort in to craft the snowman, Liam was sure, but it didn't seem like his place to protest its treatment.
Liam followed along, bag slung over his shoulder, as Deimos paused to collect some memory snow. The soldier watched curiously as the Sword broke off a snowman's arm. Hopefully, no one would mind - someone had put a lot of effort in to craft the snowman, Liam was sure, but it didn't seem like his place to protest its treatment.
And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now
You don't wanna know me now
