LIAM
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
Oblivious to Maea's stare, Liam concentrated on driving the gore crows away, though his gaze flickered every once in a while out over the terrain to make sure their kill wasn't attracting any other, more dangerous scavengers. All they needed was for something like the Lial or another pack of Fyrhunds to make an appearance - although with Liam's Oakblade at his side and Maea's dragon shift, he was rather less concerned than he might have been otherwise.
Once the crows seemed to have gotten the message (and Liam had worked up a light sweat in the process), the soldier retrieved the chakrams from where he'd last thrown them, plucking them from the Lial's corpse and turning to hand them back to Maea. When he turned, though, and saw her dragging along a wreath of smolder blossoms and bedecked in a flower crown, his heart fluttered happily in his chest. That she was his was still a novel idea, and for some reason, it struck him at this particular moment just how lucky he was.
Once the Lial was decorated to Maea's liking, the Ancient backed to stand with him, grasping his hand as she began to speak. He squeezed her hand as she leaned against his arm, smiling crookedly down at her as she gave thanks to the gods. When she fell silent, he cleared his throat self-consciously; he wasn't sure how to follow up her gratitude with something that felt as pure and beautiful. But for her, he would try.
"Thank you for the world we live in," he said quietly. "Thank you for bringing Maea back to life, and for bringing us together." He released her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders instead. "Thank you for bringing me through the dark times so that I could find light again - in the Greatwood, and with Maea. And thank you for all that you've blessed us with." Gods and heralds alike, they had all had a hand in the lives that they'd led up to this point, one way or another. Squeezing Maea in a one-armed hug, Liam leaned to press a soft kiss to her temple. Now she could finish off this strange - but oddly endearing - ritual in whatever way she saw fit.
Once the crows seemed to have gotten the message (and Liam had worked up a light sweat in the process), the soldier retrieved the chakrams from where he'd last thrown them, plucking them from the Lial's corpse and turning to hand them back to Maea. When he turned, though, and saw her dragging along a wreath of smolder blossoms and bedecked in a flower crown, his heart fluttered happily in his chest. That she was his was still a novel idea, and for some reason, it struck him at this particular moment just how lucky he was.
Once the Lial was decorated to Maea's liking, the Ancient backed to stand with him, grasping his hand as she began to speak. He squeezed her hand as she leaned against his arm, smiling crookedly down at her as she gave thanks to the gods. When she fell silent, he cleared his throat self-consciously; he wasn't sure how to follow up her gratitude with something that felt as pure and beautiful. But for her, he would try.
"Thank you for the world we live in," he said quietly. "Thank you for bringing Maea back to life, and for bringing us together." He released her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders instead. "Thank you for bringing me through the dark times so that I could find light again - in the Greatwood, and with Maea. And thank you for all that you've blessed us with." Gods and heralds alike, they had all had a hand in the lives that they'd led up to this point, one way or another. Squeezing Maea in a one-armed hug, Liam leaned to press a soft kiss to her temple. Now she could finish off this strange - but oddly endearing - ritual in whatever way she saw fit.
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight
Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
