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
Liam waited in a curious silence, watching as Deimos took the items he'd procured and used them to form a sword seemingly out of thin air. Of course, there was more to it than that, Liam was sure - Deimos had to know what to make, and how to shape it, and keep in mind things like straightness and balance and all sorts of things of which Liam had only rudimentary knowledge. As a dragoon, he'd learned early on in his training how to smith a basic practice sword, but that had been years ago, and most of his memories were now lost to time.
Once Deimos had finished his inspection of the sword, it was Liam's turn; he accepted it with a word of thanks, then looked it over with a keen eye. He may not be able to make something like this, but he could certainly tell when a sword was well made - and this one was. Testing the balance, he found it to be perfect; holding it in his hand, he decided that it fit him like it was made for him. Which, of course, it was.
"It's perfect," he said after a few moments. "Thank you."
Once Deimos had finished his inspection of the sword, it was Liam's turn; he accepted it with a word of thanks, then looked it over with a keen eye. He may not be able to make something like this, but he could certainly tell when a sword was well made - and this one was. Testing the balance, he found it to be perfect; holding it in his hand, he decided that it fit him like it was made for him. Which, of course, it was.
"It's perfect," he said after a few moments. "Thank you."
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
