#liam: 01

[rowanxaubri]

guarded | liam & rowan

This was one of the two reunions she was least looking forward to.  Not because she didn’t want to see him, not because she hadn’t missed his solid and stoic presence in her life.  Both were absolute, and true, and were felt down to her bones.  It was because, like Uriel, she was absolutely certain that whatever relationship they’d enjoyed in the past would now be fundamentally altered.  And it was in that realization that the joy of seeing Liam again was overwhelmed by pain instead.  Sorrow.  Almost mourning what might have been, if only her father hadn’t gotten sick.

It was why she was back in a collar, the Aubris drowning in medical debt.  And she’d had to make a choice.  Stay home and work in some lab, running the same tests over and over and over until the monotony ate away at her mind.  Find a couple of minimum wage jobs to try to pay off the debt until her brain went to mush.  Or subject herself to slavery to continue her higher education to ultimately find a better paying job that didn’t threaten her sanity.  The choice she made was evident, the newly minted slave forcing herself to take deep breaths as the guard approached her cell door.

“Sir,” came the neutral greeting, Rowan terrified to meet his eyes and witness the change in how he saw her now that she was collared and exposed in her new dress code.

@liamoftheirish​

[guadalupexperez]

@liamxoconnell​:

Whenever he wasn’t out on the water, Liam liked to keep busy by working at the local fish market that his trawler serviced.  Sure he could have made more money on one of the long term ships, but that would cut into both his schooling and his HAMER activities since he’d be gone for six months at a time.  That’s why he was heading to Lupe’s restaurant, her delivery of fish iced down in the bed of his pickup.

While normally he would have gone through the back, the only road leading behind the restaurant was blocked by another delivery truck.  So instead of walking in the kitchen, Liam was banging on the front door, hoping she would be able to hear him.  “I know you’re not open Lupe,” Liam said with a grin when she opened the door, completely unphased by the knife in her hands.  “But unless you want me to take your fish down to that new Vietnamese place down the street you gotta let me in.”

“Do not talk to me about them,” she growled even as she opened the door for Liam to complete the fish delivery.  Guadalupe prided herself on the cuisine she grew up eating, at being different from the general American places that surrounded her restaurant.  It annoyed her that another ‘different’ restaurant had come to her street, though she wasn’t so unfair that she blamed Liam for it.  But it was a clear source of irritation.  “Put it in the refer, and then sit.  I need a taste tester and here you are, perrito.”

[fabulousbitchfabi]

@liamxoconnell​:

Despite his job keeping him on the water all the time, the beach was one of the few places in Pansaw that Liam could go to really spend some time out in the sun and nature.  Coming back up onto the beach after swimming for a while, Liam walked to where he though he’d put his towel, confusion etching his face when he couldn’t find it.  “Excuse me,” he asked the closest person to him.  “You didn’t happen to see a blue towel anywhere did you?” 

It was a rare day off for FaBi, the Meta multiplying the margarita in her hand each time she emptied it as she enjoyed the sun, sounds, and sand of the beach.  As she drank, she sketched ideas over the top of her sunglasses for an upcoming assignment for school, using her surroundings as inspiration for the resort wear the project required.  Apparently she was well focused on the paper in front of her because she didn’t even noticed the large hunk of man until he spoke.  FaBi looked over the top of her sunglasses and grinned.  “No, but whoever took it - remind me to send them a thank you card.  Hopefully they made off with your shirt, too.”