MHA #6, Tuesday Morning

[firstofitskind]

At some point during the night, Liam had gone from small and furry and curled up on one corner of the bed (and yet still somehow taking up half of the space), to human-sized and no longer furry and curled around Verity.

Being a cat had been... interesting. But it was nice to be back in his own skin.

He figured since breakfast had been so rudely interrupted last time, he ought to give it another try. So once again there were pastries, and coffee being made, and Liam was sitting at the kitchen table as his own cup of tea steeped.

[ooc: for the giiiiirlfriend.]

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[firstofitskind]

Liam nodded. "There's nothing about it that ties me anywhere," he said. "I'm just... drifting."

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity couldn't imagine being so rootless. Even though being a Price literally meant that people wanted to kill her for the crime of simply being born, she couldn't imagine not having that to anchor her to who she was and where she came from. Liam's life sounded desperately lonely.

She laced her hands through his. "You know, it's not too late for you to start making some of those ties on your own," she said. "You might not have inherited any, but that just means you have to do the hard work of making them yourself."

They wouldn't be the same. She knew that. But they'd be something, at least.

[firstofitskind]

When their potential future children had shown up, Verity had been understandably somewhat freaked out. Liam, on the other hand... he'd seen a glimpse of a world where he'd belonged. And he'd wanted that.

"I'm working on it," he said, glancing down at their joined hands. He didn't know if that future would necessarily come to pass, but in the meantime? This was good. This was better than good.

[arboreal_priestess]

"You are," Verity said, leaning in to kiss him. "And I'm glad I'm part of that."