Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share
This lust is a burden that we both share
At the end of the day, it hardly seemed to matter who had taken down which fyrhund, for all five were now dead and the two of them were still standing. Still, he was grateful that Maea found him impressive rather than a disappointment on the battlefield.
Upon hearing that Maea had been injured as well, Liam’s brows snapped together. He inspected the wound, gripping her arm gently as he did so. Like his wound, hers looked rather nasty, and despite the fact that Liam hated that Maea would have to harm herself further to heal them both, he had to admit that it was probably a good idea - especially when she began to lean into him, needing support as much as providing it. They made their way to the flat rock that Maea indicated, and Liam sank down onto it with a smothered sigh of relief. He watched as the Ancient sank fangs into her own flesh, reaching out to place what he hoped was a comforting hand on her knee.
The result of Maea’s magic was instantaneous, and Liam was fascinated to feel torn flesh and muscle mend beneath her ministrations, a flood of warm energy coursing through his veins. When she was finished, he felt revitalized - as though the attack had never happened at all. ”Thank you.” Still, he watched her with concern. He’d have preferred she heal her own injuries before tending to his, and he waited patiently for her to do just that, hoping that she wasn’t overtaxing herself in the process.
Upon hearing that Maea had been injured as well, Liam’s brows snapped together. He inspected the wound, gripping her arm gently as he did so. Like his wound, hers looked rather nasty, and despite the fact that Liam hated that Maea would have to harm herself further to heal them both, he had to admit that it was probably a good idea - especially when she began to lean into him, needing support as much as providing it. They made their way to the flat rock that Maea indicated, and Liam sank down onto it with a smothered sigh of relief. He watched as the Ancient sank fangs into her own flesh, reaching out to place what he hoped was a comforting hand on her knee.
The result of Maea’s magic was instantaneous, and Liam was fascinated to feel torn flesh and muscle mend beneath her ministrations, a flood of warm energy coursing through his veins. When she was finished, he felt revitalized - as though the attack had never happened at all. ”Thank you.” Still, he watched her with concern. He’d have preferred she heal her own injuries before tending to his, and he waited patiently for her to do just that, hoping that she wasn’t overtaxing herself in the process.
Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
