Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
Ah, but wasn’t that how it always started? Two people who barely knew one another, but who were willing to take a chance on a life built together? It wouldn’t have mattered to Liam if he’d known Maea for years, for lifetimes - he knew his feelings, and they would have blossomed no matter the timeline. That there were multitudes left to discover about Maea didn’t fill him with trepidation; if anything, he rather looked forward to peeling back the layers, to learning more about her. Because he rather thought he knew - at her heart - who she was, and that was who he had fallen for.
Any lack of experience was something shared, at least in part, for he’d only ever been with his late wife before, and he wasn’t quite sure how to navigate romance in a world in which he’d accepted her absence. There would be plenty of time for him to wonder what she’d think of it all, but ultimately he would always believe she’d have wanted happiness for him. That she’d have accepted him moving on, knowing that there would always be a part of him reserved for her.
For now though, any flicker of hesitation from Maea was met with a gentle squeeze of her hand. ”Me too,” he admitted, a faint flush creeping onto his own cheeks. ”We can figure it out together.” He ran his thumb across her knuckles, a smile persisting, shy but joyful. ”Just - tell me if I’m ever too much, or if there’s anything I do that you don’t like.” Because now that he knew her feelings, he knew himself well enough to know that he would want to be with her more than ever. And that kind of devotion could easily become overpowering, and gods knew he didn’t want to end things with Maea before they had even begun.
Any lack of experience was something shared, at least in part, for he’d only ever been with his late wife before, and he wasn’t quite sure how to navigate romance in a world in which he’d accepted her absence. There would be plenty of time for him to wonder what she’d think of it all, but ultimately he would always believe she’d have wanted happiness for him. That she’d have accepted him moving on, knowing that there would always be a part of him reserved for her.
For now though, any flicker of hesitation from Maea was met with a gentle squeeze of her hand. ”Me too,” he admitted, a faint flush creeping onto his own cheeks. ”We can figure it out together.” He ran his thumb across her knuckles, a smile persisting, shy but joyful. ”Just - tell me if I’m ever too much, or if there’s anything I do that you don’t like.” Because now that he knew her feelings, he knew himself well enough to know that he would want to be with her more than ever. And that kind of devotion could easily become overpowering, and gods knew he didn’t want to end things with Maea before they had even begun.
Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?
Who forgot you long ago?
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
