#liam. conversation

[lycanus]

to @loversarcade ... for dasom

Liam watches Valentine leave, stays on the porch with Dasom until the last speck of his friend has disappeared into the distance. Only once he's sure he's gone—only once he can feel Dasom relax at his side—does Liam turn and run. He can't even mumble an apology as he brushes past Makenzie on his way to his room. All he knows is that he needs to get away, get safe, get under the bed where nothing can hurt him.

It's glad Dasom follows, though, glad to see her in human form again. Liam wants to know what she thinks about........ all of it. She doesn't try to say the right thing. She just says what she thinks. It reaches out for her hand and clings tightly.

"Thank you," Liam whispers. "I don't think he was gonna hurt me. But....... felt better. Having you there."

[lycanus]

to @formorethananame … for valentine

He liked being outdoors. After spending so long trapped inside, he couldn’t spend a day without going outside, no matter the weather. He needed the fresh air, the wide sky, the view of the endless trees. And he needed to sink his hands into the soil of Rhiannon’s garden, to help things grow, to make sure the plants stayed alive when he couldn’t. Liam loved it here. He felt safe.

That feeling didn’t go away when he noticed someone hurrying up the long dirt path to the house. Even from a distance Liam could tell it was no one he knew, but they had visitors sometimes, and he no longer felt the need to hide from them. He was enjoying his time tending to the flowerbed, so he decided to give the stranger a minute to get closer before going inside to tell the moms they had a visitor.

But then he got closer, and he wasn’t a stranger, and Liam’s dead heart filled with terror. He remembered. He remembered. Liam dropped his tools, scrambling back in the fresh dirt until he hit the side of the house. Cornered. Nowhere to go. Yelling. So much yelling. “No no no no, please, don’t,” he begged, curling in on himself. “Don’t take me back. I don’t wanna go back. Please. I don’t want to see her anymore, please.”

[lycanus]

to @miidnighters … for callisto

❛ looks like we’re snowed in for the night. ❜

Liam can’t help grinning as he hugs her, tucking his face into Callie’s neck with his arms tight around her waist. “Is it bad if I was hoping you’d get snowed in?” he mumbles shyly. It feels bad. She has a life. She has someone she needs to get home to.

But he misses her. Winter has been harder for Liam than he expected. His garden, his main source of distraction, is tiny compared to the rest of the year. There's been too much rain and too many cold days for him to go on many of his practice walks. A snowstorm like this would have sent him into a slump if Callisto wasn't here with him.

"We'll need to get extra blankets for my bed. And Rhiannon said we can make tea. Do you want tea? She made a new blend that tastes like Christmas."

[lycanus]

"sorry, what did you say? i wasn't listening. i was… distracted." ... @adorajpg

"oh." if he could blush, he's sure he would be bright red. instead, liam hangs his head, letting floppy hair cover his eyes. (a memory presses against the rot—a voice nagging at him to cut his hair, he's not handsome like this. he blinks it away.) "sorry," he says with a laugh that hopefully sounds less awkward than it feels. "i was just..... rambling again. but i—i don't know if you're interested in our garden plans. what distracted you?" liam looks around, but he doesn't see anything unusual. just the bright green garden and the forest in the distance. he doesn't notice any birds, no one coming up the long driveway or watching from the windows. he can't imagine what drew away lance's attention.

[lycanus]

tag drop. 7