Liam
Widows and orphans aren't hard to find
They're home missing daddy who's saving the abandoned tonight
They're home missing daddy who's saving the abandoned tonight
A bright, familiar voice bloomed over Liam's shoulder, and he turned to find Flora faltering as she looked him over, the laugh that had been so easy a moment before drying up like a flower in the brutal heat. He didn't have to ask what was wrong - he already knew he looked like shit - but he winced slightly all the same, suddenly a bit self-conscious. He hadn't anticipated running into anyone he knew, and the reality was that he wasn't sure he was ready for the questions that would no doubt come from anyone who knew him every moderately well.
He thought about trying to muster a smile, force a laugh, ignore the pain that had brought him here instead of back home to the Greatwood, but then Flora was searching his expression for something real, and he couldn't find it in himself to shake off her concern so callously. "Hey," he said, reaching up to run a hand through sweaty hair. "I - I don't know." It was honest - what was he supposed to say, when the life he'd worked so hard to rebuild had been so entirely upended by one chance encounter? - but still distant, as though the words came from somewhere far away.
Hazel eyes swept down to meet Flora's gaze. "Is there a word for how you are after seeing a ghost come back to life?" he asked her, a corner of his mouth attempting to lift as though it were some kind of sick joke. Except it wasn't, and the resulting grimace fell quickly from his face, hollow eyes searching for anything that he could cling to, anything to keep him from being swept away by the tide of grief.
He thought about trying to muster a smile, force a laugh, ignore the pain that had brought him here instead of back home to the Greatwood, but then Flora was searching his expression for something real, and he couldn't find it in himself to shake off her concern so callously. "Hey," he said, reaching up to run a hand through sweaty hair. "I - I don't know." It was honest - what was he supposed to say, when the life he'd worked so hard to rebuild had been so entirely upended by one chance encounter? - but still distant, as though the words came from somewhere far away.
Hazel eyes swept down to meet Flora's gaze. "Is there a word for how you are after seeing a ghost come back to life?" he asked her, a corner of his mouth attempting to lift as though it were some kind of sick joke. Except it wasn't, and the resulting grimace fell quickly from his face, hollow eyes searching for anything that he could cling to, anything to keep him from being swept away by the tide of grief.
Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you
Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth
Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
