LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
What a wonderful and terrible power to be blessed with, to be able to bring back the dead. Liam had to wonder how many people knew of this ability, if Remi was inundated constantly with requests from tearful loved ones desperate for a final goodbye. What did it cost him, and what could Liam offer in return save for his heartfelt thanks, which seemed so insufficient for the task at hand?
Silence stretched as he waited, doing his best not to fidget. He kept his gaze trained on Remi, as though he might be able to see into the land of the dead through the demigod, as though he might be able to reach in and pluck Wren from Mort's halls, to give her one last hug, to tell her he loved her one last time. Anticipation coiled in his stomach. Surely this was all a mistake; surely she was where she was supposed to be, and he'd gotten his hopes up for nothing -
But then Remi opened his eyes.
She is alive.
Liam staggered back as though physically struck, collapsing onto a nearby couch. "Gods -" he choked out, suddenly overwhelmed. It had all been hypothetical up until now - what he would do if Wren was alive, if she couldn't remember him, if she would let him help her. Now these were real, concrete questions overwhelming him as he lifted a shaking hand to cover his mouth. But beneath all of that was a profound sense of relief, and when he looked up at Remi, it was with joy in his hazel eyes.
"Thank you," he said, meaning it with all his heart. "I - I can't tell you what this means -" A second chance, if he was lucky. How many of those did one get in a lifetime? He'd already gotten one with Maea, and now to have the chance with Wren -
He took a shaky breath. "I... gods. I have to find her." Suddenly antsy, he started to his feet, but hesitated. "Is there anything I can do in return?" he asked. "I brought you some things that I wished I had when the girls were newborns, but - if I can ever do anything, just say the word."
Silence stretched as he waited, doing his best not to fidget. He kept his gaze trained on Remi, as though he might be able to see into the land of the dead through the demigod, as though he might be able to reach in and pluck Wren from Mort's halls, to give her one last hug, to tell her he loved her one last time. Anticipation coiled in his stomach. Surely this was all a mistake; surely she was where she was supposed to be, and he'd gotten his hopes up for nothing -
But then Remi opened his eyes.
She is alive.
Liam staggered back as though physically struck, collapsing onto a nearby couch. "Gods -" he choked out, suddenly overwhelmed. It had all been hypothetical up until now - what he would do if Wren was alive, if she couldn't remember him, if she would let him help her. Now these were real, concrete questions overwhelming him as he lifted a shaking hand to cover his mouth. But beneath all of that was a profound sense of relief, and when he looked up at Remi, it was with joy in his hazel eyes.
"Thank you," he said, meaning it with all his heart. "I - I can't tell you what this means -" A second chance, if he was lucky. How many of those did one get in a lifetime? He'd already gotten one with Maea, and now to have the chance with Wren -
He took a shaky breath. "I... gods. I have to find her." Suddenly antsy, he started to his feet, but hesitated. "Is there anything I can do in return?" he asked. "I brought you some things that I wished I had when the girls were newborns, but - if I can ever do anything, just say the word."
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
