- Sat May 20, 2017 5:58 pm
"Won't stop? Won't stop what?" More importantly, his question was: why? Why were they together at all, when he was sentenced to solitary for a reason. Murderer, and all that. There were some extensive differences between his holding cell and hers. For one, it was clean in here. Bright. Even with the small inlet for the sea air, the oxygen was breathable in here, as opposed to that foul-smelling area he'd been subjected to for months, by his count. Liam watched, his eyes pulling together in concern when she found the blood on her cracked lips. The kindness in him wanted to reach out and help but for his own safety, he tamped down on that as not to act too hastily. Instead, he opted to stretch his shoulders again and let his bones and muscles sit a bit before letting out a deep breath. "I-I don't know why I'm here, I'm usually alone, in D, away from everyone and I--" He let out a roar of a cough, suddenly aware of how parched he was. Liam coughed to clear his throat, "I don't know what I'm doing here or why I feel like I was just hit by the Knight Bus fifteen times on the street there I..." He trailed off. They were both rather confused as to why they were put in here, together.
But was there a way out? He was just too tired to think. He needed a beat.
Liam let his green gaze settle over the woman, to get a better look at his new, and perhaps temporary, cell-mate. Despite the dirt and bruising, she was remarkably beautiful. Red hair...fair skin. Those traits weren't uncommon in these parts, but that wasn't what he'd noticed. There was a tattoo on the inside of her wrist. Where had he seen that before? He realized she looked very familiar...
"Bridget..." He said again, taking a careful step forward. She might have looked weak but if they put her in here to attack him, he needed to be ready. Wait, why was he so paranoid? Liam gulped. "Oh Merlin...thank Merl--Thank God. Bridget, it's Liam...from school?" Maybe he was just seeing things. Maybe he was a fool for thinking he left any meaningful, memorable impression on anyone while he attended at Hogwarts, who wasn't his wife or a couple of his best mates. Quidditch. He played quidditch...and if he remembered correctly, so did she? There was a ball of nerves deep in the pit of his gut as he watched her carefully for any response, but he didn't move forward. He couldn't. Liam didn't want to make her feel any more like a terrified prisoner than they already were. If she wanted to close the distance to speak in closer quarters, then so be it...but for now, he stood still.