◟ @springfuls .
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 london as he makes his way through the city . in mayfair , he knows , it is glittering across man - made ponds , a perfect picture for a young miss to paint a suitor . mere blocks away in sutton , muddy rainwater makes a poor mirror , and the swarming crowd lacks for time to look up . a different world . a worse one , some might say , yet liam still breathes easier here . home . most of his nights are now spent at pendlebury house , yes , but these streets are in his bones . he knows these worn cobblestones , these chattering voices— ❛ diana , ❜ —these faces . that is her , yes ? it is . he falls into step with a slight smile . ❛ it's good to see you again . ❜