Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
It was a lot; Liam knew that it was a lot, and yet he saw the depth of his emotions reflected in Maea's eyes, and couldn't bring himself to care. He'd never been one to do anything by halves, and this was no exception. Besides, having found love once before, Liam was self-aware enough to know his own feelings, now that he'd allowed himself to have them. Maybe it would have happened sooner, had he not walled off his heart against further hurt. Either way, he was all in - and it only made him more so that Maea seemed to be, too.
She pushed off the heartstone and closed the gap between them, and as she wrapped her arms around his waist, Liam folded her into a comfortable embrace, one arm around her shoulders, and the other cupping the back of her head, just where her now-messy braid had begun to fall apart. "Me too," he murmured, his heart full to bursting with the adoration he held for this woman.
It was so easy to fall back into normalcy, having now pledged themselves quite irrevocably to one another. "Black, usually," he replied, gazing down at Maea as she looked up at him. "But I'm not picky." But, truthfully, tea was the furthest thing from his mind; having such an intense conversation had only made him want to hold Maea closer, and his gaze flickered down to her lips briefly. From this position, she was so close...
But he'd asked to take things slow, so he forced himself to give her one last squeeze before reluctantly releasing her. "How do you like your eggs?" he asked as he made to move back towards the kitchen. "I may need to learn how to make them to your liking. I only ever really scramble them for myself."
She pushed off the heartstone and closed the gap between them, and as she wrapped her arms around his waist, Liam folded her into a comfortable embrace, one arm around her shoulders, and the other cupping the back of her head, just where her now-messy braid had begun to fall apart. "Me too," he murmured, his heart full to bursting with the adoration he held for this woman.
It was so easy to fall back into normalcy, having now pledged themselves quite irrevocably to one another. "Black, usually," he replied, gazing down at Maea as she looked up at him. "But I'm not picky." But, truthfully, tea was the furthest thing from his mind; having such an intense conversation had only made him want to hold Maea closer, and his gaze flickered down to her lips briefly. From this position, she was so close...
But he'd asked to take things slow, so he forced himself to give her one last squeeze before reluctantly releasing her. "How do you like your eggs?" he asked as he made to move back towards the kitchen. "I may need to learn how to make them to your liking. I only ever really scramble them for myself."
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.
