Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
Walking away from Maea in that moment was easily one of the hardest things he'd yet to do; the sudden loss of her warmth was tinged with a wrongness that he couldn't quite shake, as though in his arms was where she belonged. Immediate regret was the name of the game, but now that he'd done it, he couldn't very well reverse course. Besides, this was what he'd said he wanted. Even if he was rather cross with himself for setting that particular boundary just now.
In any case, Liam set to work in the kitchen as Maea moved easily around him. It didn't take long for him to find a bowl and crack several eggs into it, adding in salt and pepper and beginning to whisk it up with a fork. "I'll keep that in mind for next time," he promised with a smile. Perhaps he'd have tried frying one today, but he didn't want to waste her eggs on getting it wrong.
Even with his hands occupied, it was a struggle to keep from reaching for her every time she ghosted by to grab this or that; instead, his eyes caught on her movement more often than not. The way the firelight painted her pale figure in golden hues as she put the kettle on; her braid falling over her shoulder as she rummaged through cupboards to find tea and honey, only to be stirred by the morning breeze wafting in through the open windows; it all added up to a picture he wanted to paint in his mind's eye to keep forevermore. In the end, he had scrambled eggs and slightly overdone toast to bring to the table - he'd been caught up in admiring the way a ray of sunlight cast Maea in an ethereal glow, and had very nearly burned the bread as a result.
Not, perhaps, the breakfast of champions, but something to eat all the same.
In any case, Liam set to work in the kitchen as Maea moved easily around him. It didn't take long for him to find a bowl and crack several eggs into it, adding in salt and pepper and beginning to whisk it up with a fork. "I'll keep that in mind for next time," he promised with a smile. Perhaps he'd have tried frying one today, but he didn't want to waste her eggs on getting it wrong.
Even with his hands occupied, it was a struggle to keep from reaching for her every time she ghosted by to grab this or that; instead, his eyes caught on her movement more often than not. The way the firelight painted her pale figure in golden hues as she put the kettle on; her braid falling over her shoulder as she rummaged through cupboards to find tea and honey, only to be stirred by the morning breeze wafting in through the open windows; it all added up to a picture he wanted to paint in his mind's eye to keep forevermore. In the end, he had scrambled eggs and slightly overdone toast to bring to the table - he'd been caught up in admiring the way a ray of sunlight cast Maea in an ethereal glow, and had very nearly burned the bread as a result.
Not, perhaps, the breakfast of champions, but something to eat all the same.
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.
