Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
Liam was dimly aware that Maea must have drifted off; her breaths had slowed, her grip loosened, until the even rise and fall of her chest against him was a kind of hypnosis that called him towards his own oblivion. The soldier smiled softly to himself, a sleepy sort of expression that was entirely for the woman in his arms, even if she wasn’t awake to see it; and then he was gone, drifting off into his own slumber.
The next morning dawned bright and clear, a shaft of sunlight piercing through the open windows to land squarely on Liam’s face. He stirred, unused to sleeping until the sun was well above the horizon, and suddenly froze, his arms still wrapped around the warmth of Maea’s form, still slumbering beside him. Damn. He’d meant to go, but now he couldn’t bring himself to regret staying.
The soldier stayed still, watching Maea sleep, memorizing the way her white lashes fluttered as she dreamed, the steady sound of her breathing, the way she felt in his arms. If he woke up every morning exactly like this, he’d be a happy man indeed.
The next morning dawned bright and clear, a shaft of sunlight piercing through the open windows to land squarely on Liam’s face. He stirred, unused to sleeping until the sun was well above the horizon, and suddenly froze, his arms still wrapped around the warmth of Maea’s form, still slumbering beside him. Damn. He’d meant to go, but now he couldn’t bring himself to regret staying.
The soldier stayed still, watching Maea sleep, memorizing the way her white lashes fluttered as she dreamed, the steady sound of her breathing, the way she felt in his arms. If he woke up every morning exactly like this, he’d be a happy man indeed.
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.
