Liam
I would have to be stupid to mistake you for a lobster...
Wed Nov 27, 2013 20:04
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Liam chuckled at the way Estelle spoke of her height. She was at least a good foot or so shorter than he, but it didn’t make her adorable like some. Cayden Bloom, one of his new students was a tiny thing and she was one of the cutest things he’d ever seen. Estelle had the opposite effect. The height of the woman only added to the ferocity of her nature and Liam was sure that it practically terrified anyone who upset the woman. Liam had never witnessed her wrath first hand, but he was sure he didn’t want too. He was glad that she joked about it; a few people he had known took great offence to any comment made towards how tall they were.

He followed her motions closely as she poured herself another glass of champagne. When she offered to refill his glass, Liam paused for a moment before nodding. He didn’t think something as harmless as a few glasses of the bubbly liquid would hurt him, but that didn’t make him any less wary of it. Most of his bad decision had been made when he was inebriated and it wasn’t something he cared to go through again. It had taken him long enough to climb back on the wagon after his first bout with alcoholism and he hadn’t been careful then.

He had assumed that once he beat it, he wouldn’t succumb to it again. He’d been young and foolish, easily susceptible to the promises that people around him made. Liam could remember countless times where people would promise to stop them, but he would later find out that they were the ones constantly topping up his drink, leading him down the path to hell. He’d sunk far down into the abyss of pleasure and material things that he’d essentially lost all his morals. In those days he was rarely sober, now it was hard to get him any kind of drunk. Most of the time, except for when he was alone, he wouldn’t drink at all.

Liam had learned to control himself after some time. It had been pure chance that he’d taken any kind of action to return to the world of sobriety. It had happened that one of his father’s friends had been in the neighborhood and decided to pay his respects to the only son of the West’s. Liam had been unconscious lying in a pool of his own drool when the more respectable man had found him. Upon awaking, Liam found a very angry man sitting in a chair near him. He’d tried to worm his way out of it, claiming that it was really only a one-time thing. Of course, the chief of staff had ratted the young master out. After that, Liam, with the help of Alexander Scott, started the slow climb back to the proper man he had once been.

It had been years since Liam had consumed more than what was proper. He refused to go drinking with people and if he did he made sure that nothing was slipped into his drink. Unfortunately, Liam still knew a few people who would take an opportunity to drag him back down into the pit he had once resided in. He had broken the relations with many of those people, but a few still haunted him. No matter his history, Liam knew Estelle wasn’t one of those people, not that he would let anything happen while he was in his place of occupation.

He listened with amused intent as Estelle described her life. He knew she was Australian, the accent made it obvious and she didn’t try to hide it. Over the past two years that Liam had worked at Rocky Mountain, there had been an influx of transfer students ranging mostly from Australian and French descent. He arched his eyebrows as she mentioned that she had never intended to stay at RMI. Liam couldn’t say he was surprised, if he had known her beforehand, he probably never would have pegged her as a teacher. He was glad that she was sticking around and that this interesting woman wouldn’t be replaced with someone entirely dull. He watched as she scooped up a bite of lobster and shot a question his way.

“Actually, it was,” he said, running the pad of his thumb around the rim of his glass, lobster long forgotten in favor of conversation. “Really this was just a way for me to get back on my feet after… something.” He didn’t want to get into that with her. He didn’t want to discuss it with anyone really after all he’d been left with essentially an empty house and his mother’s ring. “But, much like you I suppose, I’ve grown quite fond of the job. Besides, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you or myself.” Liam set his elbows slightly on the table and shrugged as he spoke his next words. “And I think that I would definitely end up disappointing myself if another evening like this didn’t happen.”

  • She felt inexplainably satisfied to hear Liam echo her sentiments, holding his gaze with her usual confident air despite the blush rising in tanned cheeks. Normally, feeling heat in her cheeks was... more
    • I would have to be stupid to mistake you for a lobster... — Liam, Wed Nov 27 20:04
      • “Really this was just a way for me to get back on my feet after… something.” Estelle didn’t generally miss very much. Not to say that she ever managed to pick up on all the subtleties of speech; that ... more
        • Easy for some maybe, but not me.Liam, Sat Nov 30 19:12
          “Can this even be considered a first date, though, seeing as it was totally a set-up? Ordinarily I’d say not a chance, but if you want to make an exception, I wouldn’t be opposed.” Liam tapped his... more
          • And this here night's resolvedEstelle, Wed Dec 18 13:39
            Impatient, she twirled her fork between her fingers and tried not to blatantly stare at Liam while waiting for his answer. Perhaps he was just pretending to be hesitant, the thought reminding her of... more
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