Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
Liam listened as they worked, his silence indicative of his approval of Colt's plans. It certainly seemed like she had thought of everything - or maybe not everything, but certainly the bare minimum that would be needed to get things in Hak Etme livable. "Whatever you need help with, say the word," he offered, grunting as he levered a pole into place. "You shouldn't have to carry all the burden on your own." Sure, someone had to lead - but that didn't mean they had to feel alone under the weight of it all.
Once the tent was erected, Liam took a moment to take a swig from his water. His brows raised as Colt mentioned her council. He'd had plenty of time to consider leadership by now, given that he'd once wanted to lead the Greatwood, back before the Fae had become... uncooperative. But he'd never thought about offering his services here. He didn't know Colt that well, and she didn't know him, but if he didn't know better, he'd have thought that maybe she was attempting to gauge interest with her openness.
So it was after a beat of consideration that Liam gathered his thoughts enough to nod. "Like I said - whatever you need help with, if I can do anything..." He'd never been one to grab for power, and that wasn't going to change now. But certainly, if his expertise could be of assistance... he'd once been a soldier, after all, so at the very least he might be able to help with training and watches and setting up the bones of what could one day be a military.
But for now, their task was nearly complete, and Liam turned his attention to moving furniture. There were chairs and tables, desks, couches, and the like, all of which needed to be arranged in a way that made sense. He took to it easily, subconsciously arranging things the way he would have if he were designing, say, a commander's tent in the middle of a war, periodically looking to Colt for her approval before settling on the layout, until it was both comfortable and efficient.
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Liam says he'll help however he's needed, and arranges furniture.
Once the tent was erected, Liam took a moment to take a swig from his water. His brows raised as Colt mentioned her council. He'd had plenty of time to consider leadership by now, given that he'd once wanted to lead the Greatwood, back before the Fae had become... uncooperative. But he'd never thought about offering his services here. He didn't know Colt that well, and she didn't know him, but if he didn't know better, he'd have thought that maybe she was attempting to gauge interest with her openness.
So it was after a beat of consideration that Liam gathered his thoughts enough to nod. "Like I said - whatever you need help with, if I can do anything..." He'd never been one to grab for power, and that wasn't going to change now. But certainly, if his expertise could be of assistance... he'd once been a soldier, after all, so at the very least he might be able to help with training and watches and setting up the bones of what could one day be a military.
But for now, their task was nearly complete, and Liam turned his attention to moving furniture. There were chairs and tables, desks, couches, and the like, all of which needed to be arranged in a way that made sense. He took to it easily, subconsciously arranging things the way he would have if he were designing, say, a commander's tent in the middle of a war, periodically looking to Colt for her approval before settling on the layout, until it was both comfortable and efficient.
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Liam says he'll help however he's needed, and arranges furniture.
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
