Liam
I just want one more chance
Their eyes met over their cups of coffee, each trying to ground themselves in their own way. For a moment, Liam's breath caught in his chest; Wren looked so much like her mother that it made his heart ache. There wasn't enough atonement in the world to fix this, he knew that, but gods, did everything in him scream to reach for the young woman he was growing more and more certain was his daughter, to hold her, to cherish her, to reassure her that she would never be alone again.
This time, it was Liam whose gaze dropped to his coffee as he fought to control the myriad emotions swirling behind his hazel eyes. His grip on his mug tightened, a thumb brushing along the ceramic surface in a small motion that allowed him to focus on something - anything - other than Wren.
Only when he was certain that he'd schooled his features back into calm did he dare to glance back up. She'd been studying him, and he wasn't quite sure what all she'd have seen hidden in his expression, but he did his best to exude the quiet peace that normally came so easily to him. Wren's commentary, though, had his brows creasing in confusion. He wasn't sure what she meant, that him being a Dragoon felt like it should mean something - unless, maybe, deep down, her memories weren't gone after all. "I served for a long time," he said finally, cautiously, as though unsure what to say or how to go about saying it. "It meant a great deal to me and my family."
This time, it was Liam whose gaze dropped to his coffee as he fought to control the myriad emotions swirling behind his hazel eyes. His grip on his mug tightened, a thumb brushing along the ceramic surface in a small motion that allowed him to focus on something - anything - other than Wren.
Only when he was certain that he'd schooled his features back into calm did he dare to glance back up. She'd been studying him, and he wasn't quite sure what all she'd have seen hidden in his expression, but he did his best to exude the quiet peace that normally came so easily to him. Wren's commentary, though, had his brows creasing in confusion. He wasn't sure what she meant, that him being a Dragoon felt like it should mean something - unless, maybe, deep down, her memories weren't gone after all. "I served for a long time," he said finally, cautiously, as though unsure what to say or how to go about saying it. "It meant a great deal to me and my family."
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.
