Burning down Neverland, scatter the ashes
White lines, black tar, the matches
White lines, black tar, the matches
Loosening up was not on the agenda for Liam today - or any other day, in fact. He'd never been one for casual flings, and despite the violet haze that colored his thoughts these days, that was something that hadn't changed. Even if a small part of his brain wished that he was different, he couldn't bring himself to give in to that voice.
Then Thalassa mentioned Maea, and Liam stilled. The Ancient's voice had turned dangerously sweet, and knowing what he did about how things had ended last time she and Maea had met, he wasn't sure he liked her tone. "I don't know what you're talking about," he lied coolly. It had everything to do with Maea, of course, but Thalassa didn't need to know that. And if lying about his feelings was what he had to do to protect Maea until she was a Friend of the Family, well, that was what he would do.
Then Thalassa mentioned Maea, and Liam stilled. The Ancient's voice had turned dangerously sweet, and knowing what he did about how things had ended last time she and Maea had met, he wasn't sure he liked her tone. "I don't know what you're talking about," he lied coolly. It had everything to do with Maea, of course, but Thalassa didn't need to know that. And if lying about his feelings was what he had to do to protect Maea until she was a Friend of the Family, well, that was what he would do.
Is this another dead by misadventure?
Tell me what you got, what you really got, hey, hey
Tell me what you got, what you really got, hey, hey
Liam
