when needles and lovers collapse on guilty beds

Burning down Neverland, scatter the ashes
White lines, black tar, the matches

It wasn't Thalassa's fault that Liam's thoughts were elsewhere. She was lovely, and he was sure that she would be fun, but despite the Family's influence running through his veins, he was still him. And he was very much hung up on Maea - and, even if he wasn't, he had never been prone to more than the occasional flirtation. So Thalassa's advances - much like the strange book that had appeared - went ignored.

He wished very much that things would be as easy as Thalassa described - that he could simply let others be and do as he wished, with no thought to the consequences. But alas, that wasn't his nature. Now that he was a Friend of the Family, and understood that it was the better way to be, he wanted to share that knowledge with the rest of the world. And so he worried, and overthought, and everything else that went along with it.

But Thalassa's teasing didn't go unnoticed, and Liam quirked a brow at her. "I'm not sure," he answered honestly. It had been a while since he'd allowed himself to really consider what he wanted for himself. And the answers he could come up with seemed too big, too serious, to voice here and now. "What is there to want?"

Is this another dead by misadventure?
Tell me what you got, what you really got, hey, hey

Liam