Liam
I just want one more chance
The cafe in New Haven was quaint. From the outside, it looked like any other local establishment, all brick and wood siding and a wrought iron sign out front. Liam had been standing on the corner looking at the place - looking for any sign of Wren - for the past five minutes, despite knowing that she was probably already inside. But as long as he stood out here, he didn't have to face her, didn't have to put on an act. He could play the meeting over in his mind and pretend he knew how it was going to play out.
He'd thought long and hard about the strategy here, about how to convince her to let him help her. And in the end, all he'd managed to settle on was getting to know the person she was now instead of focusing on the child she'd been all those years ago. He wouldn't be able to just walk in and say, hello, I'm your father. At best, she'd laugh; at worst, she'd think he was insane. No, he needed to build a rapport before he could approach the subject. Right?
Prim and Vale trotted along at his heels as he strode towards the door. A bell jingled merrily as he entered the cafe, doing his best not to look as nervous as he felt. He spotted her immediately, sitting at a little table by the window, hands tucked into her sleeves as she glanced up to lock eyes with him. Once more he was stricken by the sight of her, so like his late wife and yet, with that little piece of him, too.
He made himself smile, made himself walk across the cafe to slide into the chair across from her. "Hi Jesse," he made himself say, the name foreign on his tongue. "Thanks for meeting me."
He'd thought long and hard about the strategy here, about how to convince her to let him help her. And in the end, all he'd managed to settle on was getting to know the person she was now instead of focusing on the child she'd been all those years ago. He wouldn't be able to just walk in and say, hello, I'm your father. At best, she'd laugh; at worst, she'd think he was insane. No, he needed to build a rapport before he could approach the subject. Right?
Prim and Vale trotted along at his heels as he strode towards the door. A bell jingled merrily as he entered the cafe, doing his best not to look as nervous as he felt. He spotted her immediately, sitting at a little table by the window, hands tucked into her sleeves as she glanced up to lock eyes with him. Once more he was stricken by the sight of her, so like his late wife and yet, with that little piece of him, too.
He made himself smile, made himself walk across the cafe to slide into the chair across from her. "Hi Jesse," he made himself say, the name foreign on his tongue. "Thanks for meeting me."
To put my arms in fragile hands
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
