LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
Liam swam as quickly as he could, adrenaline carrying them both forward as his concern for Maea continued to increase. She was still coughing up water by the time they reached the rocky shore, and she seemed quite unable to lift herself out of the water. He had to boost her up onto the skerry, which bothered him a great deal less than he guessed it would bother her. It did worry him, though. It wasn't like her at all.
He pulled himself out of the water and scrambled to her side, his brow creasing as he took in her disheveled appearance. Half-naked and drenched, she'd scraped and bruised a shoulder in pressing through the tunnel - or as she tried to get onto the skerry, maybe. Liam wasn't sure which. And she had to be freezing after swimming through the cold water of the tunnel.
It took him a moment to realize that she was reaching for him, and when he did, he moved to sit beside her, so close that they were touching. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he tugged her closer, hoping that his body heat would help her to warm more quickly. "I'm here," he murmured. She sounded so small, so insecure, like the sea had washed away parts of her until the softer, more vulnerable pieces were revealed. He was struck by an innate need to protect her, at least until she tucked away that which she kept so carefully concealed most of the time. "What do you need?"
He pulled himself out of the water and scrambled to her side, his brow creasing as he took in her disheveled appearance. Half-naked and drenched, she'd scraped and bruised a shoulder in pressing through the tunnel - or as she tried to get onto the skerry, maybe. Liam wasn't sure which. And she had to be freezing after swimming through the cold water of the tunnel.
It took him a moment to realize that she was reaching for him, and when he did, he moved to sit beside her, so close that they were touching. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he tugged her closer, hoping that his body heat would help her to warm more quickly. "I'm here," he murmured. She sounded so small, so insecure, like the sea had washed away parts of her until the softer, more vulnerable pieces were revealed. He was struck by an innate need to protect her, at least until she tucked away that which she kept so carefully concealed most of the time. "What do you need?"
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
