Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
The washing up took little time indeed when split between the two of them, and it wasn’t long before Liam was waiting patiently for Maea to change. When she reappeared, it was in dark leather that hugged her like a second skin, and Liam swallowed hard at the change from the softer skirt of the night before. This was Maea the huntress, dangerous and lethal, and gods if he didn’t wonder what it might be like to peel her out of those leathers, to worship this other facet to the woman he cared so deeply for.
Clearing his throat, his cheeks faintly red, Liam smiled in response to his partner’s chipper greeting, so at odds with her dark appearance. ”You look stunning,” he murmured, offering his hand for her to take, should she choose to. And then they were off.
They stopped first by his cottage, where Liam slipped away to the bedroom to don his own hunting attire: dark pants, worn-in boots, and a brown shirt that hugged his muscular torso. He pulled his hair back from his face, pausing to glance in the mirror; he wasn’t worthy of Maea’s beauty, but his appearance would do, he supposed.
Making his way back to where he’d left Maea in the living room, Liam grinned at her. They made quite the pair, decked out in dark colors made for blending into the shadows. He wa sure they would find success on their hunt later. For now, though: ”Let me just grab a few bags,” Liam rumbled. ”Then we can head out.”
Clearing his throat, his cheeks faintly red, Liam smiled in response to his partner’s chipper greeting, so at odds with her dark appearance. ”You look stunning,” he murmured, offering his hand for her to take, should she choose to. And then they were off.
They stopped first by his cottage, where Liam slipped away to the bedroom to don his own hunting attire: dark pants, worn-in boots, and a brown shirt that hugged his muscular torso. He pulled his hair back from his face, pausing to glance in the mirror; he wasn’t worthy of Maea’s beauty, but his appearance would do, he supposed.
Making his way back to where he’d left Maea in the living room, Liam grinned at her. They made quite the pair, decked out in dark colors made for blending into the shadows. He wa sure they would find success on their hunt later. For now, though: ”Let me just grab a few bags,” Liam rumbled. ”Then we can head out.”
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.
