LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
Thankfully, Liam had never been particularly claustrophobic, nor was he usually afraid of the dark. No, what frightened him was the warmth that bloomed in his chest as his fingers intertwined with Maea’s, and how easy it would be for the world to take that warmth away. Still, he held on all the same, allowing himself this fleeting moment, reveling in the way she squeezed his hand and did not let go.
He studied the pool as Maea spoke. It was dark and still, and if he had to guess, it was probably quite cold. He couldn’t imagine diving into it to follow the underwater passageways to the sea - and yet, it seemed that that was exactly what Maea had in mind. A part of him wanted to protest; it was dangerous, and besides, things were actually quite nice in the cave, standing with her hand in his, thank you very much.
But this was a quest, not a whim, and the soldier understood that this was something she had to do - not, perhaps, just for Dygra, but for herself as well. So when she asked for his help, he didn’t even hesitate. ”Always,” he promised. ”What do you need me to do?”
He studied the pool as Maea spoke. It was dark and still, and if he had to guess, it was probably quite cold. He couldn’t imagine diving into it to follow the underwater passageways to the sea - and yet, it seemed that that was exactly what Maea had in mind. A part of him wanted to protest; it was dangerous, and besides, things were actually quite nice in the cave, standing with her hand in his, thank you very much.
But this was a quest, not a whim, and the soldier understood that this was something she had to do - not, perhaps, just for Dygra, but for herself as well. So when she asked for his help, he didn’t even hesitate. ”Always,” he promised. ”What do you need me to do?”
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
