Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
Liam made a mental note to see if such a thing were possible - preferably sooner than later, given the rapidly approaching winter. Perhaps it would be something that he could surprise Maea with, so that they could have that snowball fight without worrying about her losing any important body parts. At her innocent question, Liam snorted. "No, but it was a close call. My first Deepfrost here, nobody warned me about the branches, so I went out like I always do and, uh - I think I still have a scar, actually," he mused, wincing faintly at the memory.
While many in Stormbreak had looked down upon Abandoned, Liam had never been that way. He may not ever have gone hungry, but his family were certainly not considered well off in the Stormbreak scheme of things, and his parents had always taught him not to judge others, no matter their race or history. If anything, he was fascinated by the idea of magic, and while he'd never actively wanted it for himself, he'd often wondered what it was like all the same. "That sounds amazing," he chuckled, thinking of how often he'd played out similar scenarios with friends - although none of them had magic to make things more interesting.
"Oh, this and that," Liam said of his own childhood. "The usual things - hide and seek, tag. I didn't have siblings, so I played with the other children on our street. Most of us liked to pretend to be Dragoons. Sometimes we'd go to the Dragon's Nest and watch them train. Some of us would bring sticks and pretend they were swords and try to mimic the Dragoons in training." He smiled at the memory, shaking his head at his younger self. "So, yes - I suppose I did always want to be a Dragoon. At the time, it seemed like the best thing I could do - to serve my region and its people, to protect those who couldn't protect themselves."
While many in Stormbreak had looked down upon Abandoned, Liam had never been that way. He may not ever have gone hungry, but his family were certainly not considered well off in the Stormbreak scheme of things, and his parents had always taught him not to judge others, no matter their race or history. If anything, he was fascinated by the idea of magic, and while he'd never actively wanted it for himself, he'd often wondered what it was like all the same. "That sounds amazing," he chuckled, thinking of how often he'd played out similar scenarios with friends - although none of them had magic to make things more interesting.
"Oh, this and that," Liam said of his own childhood. "The usual things - hide and seek, tag. I didn't have siblings, so I played with the other children on our street. Most of us liked to pretend to be Dragoons. Sometimes we'd go to the Dragon's Nest and watch them train. Some of us would bring sticks and pretend they were swords and try to mimic the Dragoons in training." He smiled at the memory, shaking his head at his younger self. "So, yes - I suppose I did always want to be a Dragoon. At the time, it seemed like the best thing I could do - to serve my region and its people, to protect those who couldn't protect themselves."
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.
