It had been too long since their last conversation, a conversation that led nowhere except knowing that May was back in Narrie for whatever reason. During this time Liv had learnt a few things about May and about herself, she was trying to be the bigger person in this quarrel, an fight that was being won by no one but time itself, the further they grew apart the harder it would be to mend their friendship; to go back to what they had was too complicated, however she couldn’t say it wasn’t impossible, the time Olivia gave them both to think was precious, she grew during that moment, she heard new perspectives and after thinking it through she had to admit the fear, sadness and grudge was holding her back, she had to burry it, let it go and work from there. Liv was willing to give her friendship with May a chance to thrive, to grow, it was what she wanted the most, to forgive and be forgiven and move on from the constant state of anger towards past events.
She had arrived to the Dhampir’s house, and upon being given permission to enter, Liv sat on May’s couch. She was relaxed, her anger had started to dissipate a long time ago, but she couldn’t stop feeling curious and frustrated that May didn’t trust her enough to speak with her. Liv didn’t want the state secrets, she just wanted May to show her that she trusted her, she could give her something, that would be enough. The half-veela had been keeping an eye on May’s brother, Ian, the boy was sweet, perhaps way too sweet, but who was her to judge? She could have gone to him, but she didn’t want to betray May’s trust, it was better to speak with her directly. The young half-veela continued to watch May, still unsure how to speak, she wanted to know, but May was stubborn.
“So…” it was a lot harder to speak, there was too much baggage, but no one could blame Liv for not trying. “Are you now willing to tell me about what we spoke a few months ago?” Everything was still shaky, Liv still had her reservations when it came to May but was trying to look past them and reach a common ground. “My offer still stands May, but we have to be honest with each other if this is going to work.” Liv was not ready for another disappearance of May, not for so long or without any information about the young Dhampir’s location, didn’t even have to be a location, she just needed to know May wasn’t going to skip town whenever they start becoming friends again.
“I’m not here to judge you, I’m not here to blame you. Just want a normal conversation.” Liv didn’t want to speak about Diana, and about what the young journalist had found, mostly because it could compromise May’s relationship with her and that’s the last thing Liv wanted.