Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
Liam heard his name just as Maea reached for his sleeve, and it took a great deal of effort to slow his strides even marginally for her. That wasn't enough, though; the Ancient hauled on his arm, tugging him to a stop so that she could peer up at him, worry rolling off her in waves. "I'm sorry," he rasped, unable to stop his gaze from flicking back the way they'd come, as though hopeful and fearful in equal measure. "I can't -"
A gaggle of partygoers passed by, and Liam tugged Maea out of the way to avoid them. "That girl -" he said, thoughts jumbled. He raked a hand through his hair. "She looks - she looks like -" Auburn hair and hazel eyes flash in his mind. "- Wren," he managed to choke out, eyes glassy with shock. "But that's - that's impossible. She's -" Dead. Except, what if she wasn't? What if she'd been alive all this time? Alive and alone and living as Jesse, all because he hadn't managed to find her.
Guilt threatened to cripple him. Shaking hands reached to clasp behind his head, fisting in his hair. Gods, he must sound insane.
He hadn't had a drop of alcohol since he and Maea had pledged themselves to one another, but at this moment, all he wanted was a strong drink, and the only thing keeping him from it was his lover's pale eyes staring up at him. "But it's her," he said, disbelieving, as though trying to convince himself, to convince Maea, because gods knew there were a million logical responses to this moment, and his wasn't one of them. But he knew - it was her. It had to be her.
A gaggle of partygoers passed by, and Liam tugged Maea out of the way to avoid them. "That girl -" he said, thoughts jumbled. He raked a hand through his hair. "She looks - she looks like -" Auburn hair and hazel eyes flash in his mind. "- Wren," he managed to choke out, eyes glassy with shock. "But that's - that's impossible. She's -" Dead. Except, what if she wasn't? What if she'd been alive all this time? Alive and alone and living as Jesse, all because he hadn't managed to find her.
Guilt threatened to cripple him. Shaking hands reached to clasp behind his head, fisting in his hair. Gods, he must sound insane.
He hadn't had a drop of alcohol since he and Maea had pledged themselves to one another, but at this moment, all he wanted was a strong drink, and the only thing keeping him from it was his lover's pale eyes staring up at him. "But it's her," he said, disbelieving, as though trying to convince himself, to convince Maea, because gods knew there were a million logical responses to this moment, and his wasn't one of them. But he knew - it was her. It had to be her.
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
