LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
Liam had never wanted much in life. A home, a family, a fulfilling job. And he'd had it. He'd been more than content with his life in Stormbreak - and then it had all been torn away. Still, enough time had passed since then that he could look back on his favorite haunts with fondness and only a hint of the sadness that had once controlled his life. It was a strange place in which he found himself, these days - no longer drowning in the memories of the past, but looking forward to a bright future.
At Maea's request, Liam blinked, startled that she would wish to see it and not really knowing why. "Of course," he said enthusiastically. Then his expression fell, just a little. "As soon as it's safe to do so." Meaning, of course, that he wasn't inclined to visit while the Family was in power - especially not if it meant putting Maea at risk, too.
The rock around them was older and worn now, less jagged edges and more smooth, as though it had been ground down by the tides. On the wall, there were faded marks; Maea pointed them out, and Liam reached out a hand to touch the stone beside them, studying them in the dim light. "There are similar marks in Stormbreak, particularly among the Silk Houses," he murmured. "Though I'm sure they've all changed since my time there." But thievery was ever-present. Of that, he was positive.
On they went, into the depths of the caverns, until Maea grabbed Liam's hand, pulling him to the left and through a tight passage that Liam had to suck in his breath to fit through - and then there was a sense of space opening up around them. Light trickling in through a crack in the ceiling, revealing a pool of water and a nest of rags surrounded by vegetation creeping up the walls. Liam took it in, his hand still in Maea's. Her hand was so small in comparison to his, and so cold; before he could think the better of it, he laced his fingers with hers, squeezing gently.
"You'd never know it was here unless you knew it was here," he said with a chuckle. "How did you find this?"
At Maea's request, Liam blinked, startled that she would wish to see it and not really knowing why. "Of course," he said enthusiastically. Then his expression fell, just a little. "As soon as it's safe to do so." Meaning, of course, that he wasn't inclined to visit while the Family was in power - especially not if it meant putting Maea at risk, too.
The rock around them was older and worn now, less jagged edges and more smooth, as though it had been ground down by the tides. On the wall, there were faded marks; Maea pointed them out, and Liam reached out a hand to touch the stone beside them, studying them in the dim light. "There are similar marks in Stormbreak, particularly among the Silk Houses," he murmured. "Though I'm sure they've all changed since my time there." But thievery was ever-present. Of that, he was positive.
On they went, into the depths of the caverns, until Maea grabbed Liam's hand, pulling him to the left and through a tight passage that Liam had to suck in his breath to fit through - and then there was a sense of space opening up around them. Light trickling in through a crack in the ceiling, revealing a pool of water and a nest of rags surrounded by vegetation creeping up the walls. Liam took it in, his hand still in Maea's. Her hand was so small in comparison to his, and so cold; before he could think the better of it, he laced his fingers with hers, squeezing gently.
"You'd never know it was here unless you knew it was here," he said with a chuckle. "How did you find this?"
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
