when needles and lovers collapse on guilty beds

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

Thalassa was an enigma. One minute she was being flirty, and the next she was being frankly honest. It left Liam confused, although he was grateful that she didn't dance around the question. At least this way he was able to see if he'd be able to help Maea. But seeing as he hadn't experienced this version of the pale Ancient, he had little to contribute other than a noncommittal hum.

As for what he wanted... well, perhaps he'd yet to even admit that to himself, because he shook his head with a rueful smirk. "I think that's between me and Maea," he rumbled, a touch of laughter in his voice. "Don't you agree?"

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

Liam