Those innocent feelings of love grew rapidly, she wasn’t even sure how it happened. How one day she was distraught and annoyed about everything. How that calm exterior feeling completely broke and vanished. She was never one to walk away, never one to sit down and just cry, but that day she did. She cried while she watched the swans float across the vast pond they were staying by. She cried as darkness started to fall, pure pent up frustration simply escaped her. Why couldn’t she be happy? Why couldn’t she just be free? It was Liam who found her, sleeping against a tree with a tear stained face, Liam who carried her back to the camp despite the long walk. He didn’t say a word, didn’t go near the wagon with indecent sounds coming from inside, but headed straight for his own. He knew why she was upset, her father worked her to the bone and back, claiming to love her, to love her mother. Yet still under the influence of vodka and mead he would mindlessly bring whores, hookers, and wenches into that small Wagon he shared with Reena. Couldn’t he hold himself back for once? No of course he couldn’t, he was a man. Liam was a man too wasn’t he, yet he could hold back! To lazy and ridgid to discard the woman in his arms he simply held her close to his chest. Watching the rise and fall, feeling the beat of her heart. How could something so soft, be so strong? This was the first time in 4 years he had seen her break like this… He needed to save her faster. (via n-a-u-g-h-t-y-w-o-l-v-e-s)
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