Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
Steadying hands held Maea upright as Liam looked her over. Soot and grease smudged the pretty dress she’d chosen, and her artfully braided hair was coming undone. Her eyes were a bit watery, and she rubbed at her nose, but she seemed otherwise unharmed. The soldier glanced past her into the house, which - aside from the kitchen disaster - was nicely cleaned and arranged. It was a shame about the smoke, but even that was clearing now. All in all, a salvageable evening, if ever there was one.
Liam smiled - a reassuring thing meant to put Maea at ease - and shook his head. ”We can stay here,” he said. ”We can cook dinner together.” It was an activity he’d done a thousand times in his past, although he’d usually been the one to follow directions rather than taking the lead in the kitchen. It was something that was so simple and mundane, and yet the thought of sharing such a task with Maea set butterflies free in his stomach. It felt… intimate, somehow, in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
”Unless you’d rather go out?” he added, shooting a questioning look at the Ancient. Maybe she’d rather have someone cook for them, and that would be fine, too.
Liam smiled - a reassuring thing meant to put Maea at ease - and shook his head. ”We can stay here,” he said. ”We can cook dinner together.” It was an activity he’d done a thousand times in his past, although he’d usually been the one to follow directions rather than taking the lead in the kitchen. It was something that was so simple and mundane, and yet the thought of sharing such a task with Maea set butterflies free in his stomach. It felt… intimate, somehow, in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
”Unless you’d rather go out?” he added, shooting a questioning look at the Ancient. Maybe she’d rather have someone cook for them, and that would be fine, too.
Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?
Who forgot you long ago?
Liam
