Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
Arriving to any appointment ten minutes early was a habit instilled in Liam from his days as a dragoon. It was a tendency that lingered even now, as the soldier made his way up the lane to arrive at Maea’s door. He was unbothered and unhurried, and looking forward to a meal with the woman he might call his best friend - if not something more.
He was just about to knock when a familiar figure came barreling out of the house - and straight into his chest, only to bounce back with a wounded expression that brought a teasing smile to Liam’s face. ”Whoa,” he said, reaching out to steady Maea. ”Where’s the fire?” It was only upon glancing over Maea’s shoulder to see the smoldering remains of what he could only assume was supposed to be their dinner that his smile faded, giving way to something like concern.
”Is everything alright?” he asked then. He’d been around Maea long enough to know that she was no great cook; her arsenal was limited as a result of time spent on the road, her repertoire only having expanded recently due to Hadama’s prodding. Still, her food was usually well cooked - never a blackened mass in the pot. Or at least not that he’d seen yet.
He was just about to knock when a familiar figure came barreling out of the house - and straight into his chest, only to bounce back with a wounded expression that brought a teasing smile to Liam’s face. ”Whoa,” he said, reaching out to steady Maea. ”Where’s the fire?” It was only upon glancing over Maea’s shoulder to see the smoldering remains of what he could only assume was supposed to be their dinner that his smile faded, giving way to something like concern.
”Is everything alright?” he asked then. He’d been around Maea long enough to know that she was no great cook; her arsenal was limited as a result of time spent on the road, her repertoire only having expanded recently due to Hadama’s prodding. Still, her food was usually well cooked - never a blackened mass in the pot. Or at least not that he’d seen yet.
Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?
Who forgot you long ago?
Liam
