Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
Maea’s finger trailed down Liam’s arm, following the path of the scar and raising goosebumps in its wake. He wasn’t sure how remarkable it was, really - he’d just done what he had to do in order to ensure he’d heal - but he smiled crookedly all the same, grateful for the tenderness with which Maea held his hand in both of her own. If he could be a cautionary tale against the dangers of the forest in Deepfrost, then he would gladly serve that purpose to keep her safe.
Sweeping his thumb across hers, Liam noted - not for the first time - the burn marks on Maea’s own hands. They had to be from before she was an Ancient, since he’d seen her stick her hands in the fire since knowing her without a single mark, but beyond that, he couldn’t even hazard a guess. ”What are these from?” he asked, grazing the fingers of his free hand over the burns.
As for his role as a Dragoon, Liam tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. ”No - if anything, I want to make a difference more now than I did before.” To atone for his sins, perhaps, and because he knew what it felt like to lose everything, to be so deep in the darkness that he couldn’t find his way out. Helping others had always been important to him, and now that was even more so. And if all he’d accomplished in the past half-year was to help Maea, well, then it had been a half-year worth living in his book.
”Hard to believe it’s already been two seasons,” Liam mused. ”And yet at the same time it feels like I’ve known you far longer.” He wished he had known her longer. Perhaps he wouldn’t have spent so long as an outcast, had he met Maea sooner.
Sweeping his thumb across hers, Liam noted - not for the first time - the burn marks on Maea’s own hands. They had to be from before she was an Ancient, since he’d seen her stick her hands in the fire since knowing her without a single mark, but beyond that, he couldn’t even hazard a guess. ”What are these from?” he asked, grazing the fingers of his free hand over the burns.
As for his role as a Dragoon, Liam tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. ”No - if anything, I want to make a difference more now than I did before.” To atone for his sins, perhaps, and because he knew what it felt like to lose everything, to be so deep in the darkness that he couldn’t find his way out. Helping others had always been important to him, and now that was even more so. And if all he’d accomplished in the past half-year was to help Maea, well, then it had been a half-year worth living in his book.
”Hard to believe it’s already been two seasons,” Liam mused. ”And yet at the same time it feels like I’ve known you far longer.” He wished he had known her longer. Perhaps he wouldn’t have spent so long as an outcast, had he met Maea sooner.
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.
