At First Sight
Mrs. Weatherby entered his house in a hurry, muttering about early births and weak women. His father's gaze told him clearly that rain or not he was expected to stay outside.
Hours later his mother's voice called him back inside. There she was, looking pale and tired, a small whimpering bundle squirming in her arms.
"This is Katherine," she said.
Liam looked at her. His little sister would only mean the end of his games.
It'd take him years to realise that he had loved her too.
And decades to finally accept that his love hadn't cursed her that night.
First Impressions
He hated this town.
The energy under/over/in every street tempted him to welcome his past and repeat it all over again.
He hated his apartment.
The walls closed in on him. Stuck in a basement for endless hours, where he'd always delighted in challenging the sunlight with big windows and open gardens.
He hated the waiting.
In none of his incarnations had he ever been patient.
So, as soon as he saw her, he had to follow, eager to be introduced into this new game.
On his back, an annoyed Slayer on top, he smiled.
The waiting was finally over.
Memorable
He still remembers the first night he wanted her.
It should have been a simple kiss, but somehow they got carried away. Back then it was too easy to get carried away.
A hand here, caressing through clothes and begging to be allowed to touch skin.
A nod there, giving nervous permission and a breathless gasp when it was done.
She wanted him back.
He stopped; ignoring her protests.
She'd said she didn't trust him just days ago. He needed her to trust him. He needed it to be perfect.
Sometimes he still wishes he had never ended that kiss.
Baby Steps.
He chose this city because he needed to be alone among others, and nowhere was lonelier than a place where nobody knew him. A clean slate was the best thing he could hope for.
But of course clean slates were dreams he was not supposed to cradle.
Enter Doyle and his vision-given mission. He was determined to remind him that the world had not ended... yet.
Enter Cordelia and her illogical wisdom. She taught him that clean slates were worthless without a past to back them up.
Enter words and conversations and entire friendships...
...and he suddenly wasn't alone anymore.
