His head tilted up to look at her and, upon realising who she was, snapped the sketchbook shut and stood from his chair. "I suppose so," he said gruffly before running a hand through his hair, staining it black with coal. "I think Roger's room is on the opposite side of building."
He took a moment to look at the room, the bed covered in clothes, two swords hanging from the hooks and a trio of long daggers placed on the bedside table. His desk was, like his desk at the academy, was covered in art supplies and a pile of books scattered around them. "I suppose it's...familiar," he replied before looking back to her, "my room, regardless of the location, is mine. And I always intend to make it mine. Make it familiar. I don't have much else to make me feel comfortable," he said before breaking off and closing his mouth. Idiot, she doesn't need to know that. "But, come on, I don't think either of us have all day. What's up?"
"Make it personable - I like it. Anyways, the last couple days, since we've talked to Charles and all, I realize that I don't know the full story of the Norwood Family, and I feel as if I need to hear your story as well. I know Roger's story, and a decent portion of Charles's, but I realize that I don't know much about you. You can summarize if you want, you don't have to tell me everything, but enough that I can understand you better."
Something snapped and his face smoothed out and he crossed his arms across his chest. "I don't have one," he said carefully, "none that differentiates from Roger's, I'm sure. Our upbringing wasn't exactly different."
"I wasn't talking about Charles. I was talking about yourself, Liam. It's probably tough and complicated, but I need to know in order to understand you better. But if you need time, you can tell me when you're ready to."
I take a moment to gather my thoughts before I spoke. "The three of you - Charles, Roger and you, all of you have found one another here. But, I know, understandably, there is a lot of tension between all three of you. My main point, is that I want the three of you to realize that you all have a very special connection with one another even if you haven't realized it. I want the three of you to still have the ability to be some kind of family. I know what it is like to be without family. My mom has been gone since I was nine, stepmom and stepbrother since I was thirteen, along with my mentally deranged father who took great pleasure in torturing me. Clara, my younger step-sister, I never see her around anymore. Roger is the closest thing I have to any normal family in eight years, and I owe to him, to you, to Charles, and myself, to let the three of you been connected in a way which each other that I never can be with my family." I take a long breath as I glance down.
He slammed her into the wall as if his temper had finally gotten the better of him. His hands were tangled in her shirt as he lifted her off the ground and pressed her into the smooth stone, "don't. Ever. Talk about how I should handle them. That special connection? It's bull. Blood doesn't make anyone a family. I'm sure you can agree to that. Just...don't. Don't bother trying, because it won't work. I don't even know if I plan to stick around once this is all over. And if I do, I'm sure as hell going to be avoiding Roger."
I hand you a recipe card that had "Shepherd's Pie" on top with Russian text and a sheet of paper. "I wanted to attempt to try and cook something for Roger, but I can't understand this recipe, it's written in a weird form of Russian. Think you can do it?"
I take a look at the translation and smile, before taking back both the card and the translation. "Thank you, Liam. I really appreciate it." I say as I read over the instructions, before following the first few steps to prepare the dish.
"You don't need to be irish to make a shepards pie," he said as he took another bite, "remind me, before Charles, we had about zero reasons to talk to each other and now...we're talking every other hour. Why."
"I don't know." I sigh and sink into a chair. "I thought I could try and mend the family, find renewed happiness for the three of you, but maybe I'm going too far." I stand up and head to the bar, making myself a cocktail. "I just know that it sucks to grow up without family to help you along."
"But not through adolescence at all." I say as I sit down and sip on my cocktail. "But then if you don't feel obligated to talk to me, even after meeting Charles, then why are we talking with each other?" I pose the same question to you as you did to me.
I take a breath. "He was talking about Roger's past, how he's had the same behaviour with everyone else he's been with. And I don't want to believe Charles for one second, thinking that I'm just like everyone else Roger has dated to "experiment" with his sexuality. But, I wanted to try and bring the three of you together to prove Charles wrong, to show him that I am different, but what if I'm not different Liam? Will I get left behind like everyone else?" I didn't realize it, but finally talking about the situation and how stressful it was, I started to cry.
"I do want to talk to him about it, for sure." I nod, wiping away my tears. "Sorry, I didn't mean to rant to you about all of this, I've been bottling it up inside for a long time, and I just needed to let it out."
He shrugged, "as much as we know about Katherine, I suppose," he said, "the kingdoms did something to them. They...never said it to me, but they made it obvious. This is more than wanting equality...they have some sort of vendetta. A personal one."
Child of the flames
Relationship Status: Single
Birth Place: Ireland
Main Weapon: Fire powers
Accent: mix of Irish and Russian
Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves.