Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
”It wasn’t serious -“ Liam hastened to assure Maea, but it was too late - she was already sitting at attention, demanding to see the injury. Holding out his right arm, he showed her a long, thin scar tracing from wrist to elbow on the outside of his forearm. It would easily be mistaken for some kind of scar from training, or perhaps from the war - but alas, this one didn’t have such a story to go with it. ”It probably wouldn’t have scarred,” he explained. ”But I was the only one out here. There weren’t any healers, and the fae didn’t trust me enough yet to be of much help - so I had to stitch it myself.” A painful experience, and one that Liam had no desire to repeat.
It was strange to think of how long ago that had been now - so long ago that, at times, it felt like another life entirely. It was similar to his childhood, in some ways; he was no longer the same person that he’d been all those years ago, and he had to admit that in many ways, the changes were improvements.
He thought back on his days as a Dragoon - the early days, at least, back before the war. ”I did,” he said. ”It was hard, don’t get me wrong. There were cases that stuck with me, even before the war. People I couldn’t save. But the ones I could help? They made it worthwhile.” He’d felt like he was really making a difference, contributing to a cause bigger than himself. It was one thing he missed about those days - that feeling of satisfaction at the end of the day, that sense that he was doing something worthwhile with his life. Not that he could complain about life at present - but he did sometimes wonder if he would ever be able to make a difference like that again.
It was strange to think of how long ago that had been now - so long ago that, at times, it felt like another life entirely. It was similar to his childhood, in some ways; he was no longer the same person that he’d been all those years ago, and he had to admit that in many ways, the changes were improvements.
He thought back on his days as a Dragoon - the early days, at least, back before the war. ”I did,” he said. ”It was hard, don’t get me wrong. There were cases that stuck with me, even before the war. People I couldn’t save. But the ones I could help? They made it worthwhile.” He’d felt like he was really making a difference, contributing to a cause bigger than himself. It was one thing he missed about those days - that feeling of satisfaction at the end of the day, that sense that he was doing something worthwhile with his life. Not that he could complain about life at present - but he did sometimes wonder if he would ever be able to make a difference like that again.
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.
