Burning down Neverland, scatter the ashes
White lines, black tar, the matches
White lines, black tar, the matches
Thalassa, it seemed, was not unlike a terrier with a bone, unwilling to part with a topic once she'd sunk her teeth into it. Liam watched as she moved away, dipping into the water as she offered a tantalizing trap - one that the soldier recognized even as he realized he wouldn't be able to avoid its lure. "Did she?" he asked, hoping that it came out nonchalant, as though he couldn't care less about the answer (spoiler alert: it did not).
As for whether or not Thalassa and Maea could ever be friends again... Liam eyed the Ancient, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "Do you want to be?" he asked before he could stop himself. He knew about their falling out - at least from Maea's perspective - and he had to wonder if theirs was a friendship that could even be salvaged.
As for whether or not Thalassa and Maea could ever be friends again... Liam eyed the Ancient, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "Do you want to be?" he asked before he could stop himself. He knew about their falling out - at least from Maea's perspective - and he had to wonder if theirs was a friendship that could even be salvaged.
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
