[SWE] curb your enthusiasm

Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands

She's dead.

The words landed like a physical blow; Liam flinched, dropping his hands from where they'd fisted in his hair. Of course Wren was dead. He knew that, he did, but he also couldn't deny what his eyes were telling him. "The gods have been known to age children before," he pointed out, still clearly agitated. His gaze flickered back towards the girl he'd left behind, wondering, longing, wishing for what could have been. It's complicated, of course - he wouldn't trade Maea for the world, not now, but the possibility of having one of his children back...

Maea's hand in his was a lifeline; as their fingers entwined, he took a deep, shaky breath, and when he spoke again, it was hesitant. "I know it doesn't make any sense, but..." he trailed off with a sigh. Gods, he wanted a drink. "She looks a lot like her mother, but she has my eyes." It wasn't much to go on, it was true, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was her. "I - I don't think I can stay here." He looked at his lover, torn. "But you should stay - I don't want to ruin your evening."

Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands

Liam