Liam
In just a matter of minutes, just a matter of time
We could lose it all, we could lose it all
We could lose it all, we could lose it all
Not in the tundra. Interesting, but not interesting enough for Liam to latch onto and press for more information. Besides, as little as he knew about Thalassa, he figured that she would have shared more if she was inclined to. Maybe it had wandered outside of its normal range, or maybe it wasn't just an ursur. Either way, it wasn't any of his business, anyway.
He had his own shit to deal with, and he scrubbed his hand over his face after he finally spoke, as though the admission had cost him something dear. He barked a harsh laugh at her attempted humor. "Recovering alcoholic," he said by way of explanation. He didn't offer more than that, didn't attempt to describe how it felt like dishonoring everyone he loved to give in to the urge for a drink - no matter how badly he might wish for one, no matter how much Thal's slow enjoyment of her own liquor might feel like a taunt.
"Maybe it wasn't," he admitted. "Maybe I'm just going crazy after all this time in the woods." But he was pretty sure Maea would have noticed a slow descent into madness, and he knew his daughter. Hadn't he pictured what she would look like at this age a thousand times over? And sure, maybe there were just as many reasons why Wren wouldn't have recognized him, but none of them made it hurt any less. "Either way, I thought she was dead." So he'd given up on her, failed her so completely that he wasn't sure he'd ever recover. "If she's not, that means I fucked up." Royally, to have missed her for so long.
He had his own shit to deal with, and he scrubbed his hand over his face after he finally spoke, as though the admission had cost him something dear. He barked a harsh laugh at her attempted humor. "Recovering alcoholic," he said by way of explanation. He didn't offer more than that, didn't attempt to describe how it felt like dishonoring everyone he loved to give in to the urge for a drink - no matter how badly he might wish for one, no matter how much Thal's slow enjoyment of her own liquor might feel like a taunt.
"Maybe it wasn't," he admitted. "Maybe I'm just going crazy after all this time in the woods." But he was pretty sure Maea would have noticed a slow descent into madness, and he knew his daughter. Hadn't he pictured what she would look like at this age a thousand times over? And sure, maybe there were just as many reasons why Wren wouldn't have recognized him, but none of them made it hurt any less. "Either way, I thought she was dead." So he'd given up on her, failed her so completely that he wasn't sure he'd ever recover. "If she's not, that means I fucked up." Royally, to have missed her for so long.
If all we are is just what we've earned
We are the destroyers
We are the destroyers
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
