Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
Liam hummed his agreement, though in truth, he wasn't sure if he hadn't just been so comfortable that the prospect of moving had seemed impossible. He watched as Maea rose from the couch, searching for any sign of discontentment, but she merely disappeared down the hall. It was almost like this was a normal, everyday occurrence, like there was nothing particularly profound about the fact that he'd stayed the night. He wasn't complaining; on the contrary, it was almost a relief. That they wouldn't have to dance about the awkwardness of first dates and maybe-next-times, that they could just settle into a relationship as though it had existed long before they'd even been aware of it.
When Maea reappeared, it was with a toothbrush hanging from her mouth, drawing a small smile from Liam. At the news that she'd laid out a spare for him, that smile widened. "Thanks," he replied, slipping past her and into the bathroom. Once he'd relieved himself and brushed his own teeth, he splashed water on his face and ran a wet hand through his hair. When he emerged a few moments later, it was with damp locks and still-rumpled clothing, though he'd tried to do his best to smooth the worst of the wrinkles.
Making his way to the coffee table, he gathered up plates and brought them to the kitchen. "Do you have any eggs?" he asked as he placed the dishes in the sink. "I can make us breakfast, but scrambled eggs and toast are about as far as my skills go."
When Maea reappeared, it was with a toothbrush hanging from her mouth, drawing a small smile from Liam. At the news that she'd laid out a spare for him, that smile widened. "Thanks," he replied, slipping past her and into the bathroom. Once he'd relieved himself and brushed his own teeth, he splashed water on his face and ran a wet hand through his hair. When he emerged a few moments later, it was with damp locks and still-rumpled clothing, though he'd tried to do his best to smooth the worst of the wrinkles.
Making his way to the coffee table, he gathered up plates and brought them to the kitchen. "Do you have any eggs?" he asked as he placed the dishes in the sink. "I can make us breakfast, but scrambled eggs and toast are about as far as my skills go."
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.
