MHA #6, The Wee Hours of Tuesday Morning

[firstofitskind]

Liam slept. And as he slept, he dreamt. For Liam to have dreams based on memories was nothing new, but usually when that was the case, they were far more troubling. Dreams of being locked up and cast adrift until he sank to the bottom of an alien ocean. Dreams of being trapped in the magma center of a volcano as lava began to burst forth...

These were- well. They were not happy dreams, exactly, but they lacked violence. They were more... melancholy, if anything.

Sitting in the shuttle with Beckett, discussing family, and wishing that somehow, he could make her see the truth.

"If you could talk to your mother now, what would you tell her?"

"I love you."

"Even after she left you?"

"I know it doesn't make any sense, but there's a bond between us. It cuts across everything else."

The cave floor, holding her body as the last of her life slipped away, and finally, finally able to show her the truth...

"We didn't have our time together here on Earth, but if you ever lose your way, my son, look to the heavens, and I'll be shining a star for you."



Liam's eyes snapped open as the dream faded away and consciousness returned. He didn't know what the dream meant, if anything, but the feeling that lingered behind was strangely peaceful. Which seemed odd, considering he'd just been dreaming of his dead mother. He didn't know what that meant either.

He slipped out of the bed, doing his best not to disturb the other occupant. Thankfully, Verity was used to his sleep habits, so even if he did wake her, he doubted she'd be overly concerned.

Rummaging around in the kitchen until he found what he needed- a candle and a lighter, he headed to the living room. He sat, cross-legged, and then placed the candle on the floor and lit it before he spoke:

"Saqruvi, grant me weak eyes, for things that are of no account, and strong eyes, for all thy truth."

He didn't know if it would actually help him figure out what was going on, but it felt right.

[ooc: establishy, but could be open for the girlfriend!]

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[firstofitskind]

"I think being the baby of the family must be difficult for her, in it's own way," Liam said, because he was nothing if not ridiculously empathetic.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I mean, she did pitch a fit when Alex and I were allowed to use bladed weapons and she wasn't," Verity mused.

...Probably not what he meant, Very.

[firstofitskind]

“Whereas your own reaction in a similar situation would have been entirely measured and reasonable,” Liam retorted, his tone gently teasing.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Of course!" Verity retorted, tossing her hair. "I understood why he got to have them first. And, unlike what he'll tell you, I booby-trapped his room that day for an entirely different reason."

[firstofitskind]

“Of course,” Liam echoed, grinning. “I love you, you know,” he added, shifting position so that he could pull her in for a kiss. “So much.”

[arboreal_priestess]

"Glad to see my boob-trapping capabilities have found a receptive audience," Verity said, before Liam's lips descended to hers.

Dreams about dead women quickly fled Verity's thoughts.

[firstofitskind]

Liam was doing his best to banish them for now, too. Hence the kissing. “It’s on the list,” he said fondly.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity would be all-too happy to help with that banishing. In case kissing wasn't enough.

"Is there an actual list somewhere?" she asked. "I'm gonna steal it and read it all. Better be long, too."

See, this was why they kept saying 'gross' at you two.

[firstofitskind]

"It's a pretty long list," Liam confirmed. "Might take you a while."

[arboreal_priestess]

"I'm willing to take the time," Verity said, trying to bite back a smile. And did so by biting his lip. "You learn to be patient in cryptozoology. Much like being a Companion-Protector, I'm sure."