[Training] all I ever desired is here with me

There's someone inside me
That softly kills everyone around

The training grounds were quiet. Fall leaves littered the ground, creating pops of color on an otherwise bare field; a gentle breeze sent more spiraling through the air, a pretty distraction. But not, perhaps, as lovely as the woman by Liam’s side. 

The soldier watched her openly, admiringly, though he knew that in a moment he’d need to prepare for their spar. It had been his idea: training, because why not? There was absolutely no other reason for this. None at all. Except for a secret quest on Maea’s behalf, and a task to keep her warm through non-traditional means. And while Liam could now think of a variety of ways to do just that, in the end, he’d settled on this. 

The breeze stirred a lock of Liam’s hair, and he reached up to tie it back out of his face. He wore comfortable training clothes in dark hues that highlighted the lingering tan on his skin, and his Oakblade was sheathed at his hip. ”Anything in particular you want to work on?” he asked, finally tearing his gaze from her face as he stretched out his neck and shoulders. He hadn’t planned anything special - just something to get her moving, and to test his skills.

They don't know they're dead to me cause
Intent never makes a sound

Liam