The sound of trees falling in the distance caught the stallion's attention, and he was startled for a moment, the eerie sounds throwing him back into the past. Exploding grenades and buildings falling, the sounds of his soldiers crying out in pain, the sounds of fighting echoing in his ears. Panic flooded through him for several long seconds, his body pressing against a strong tree, sides heaving as he tried to ground himself. It was hard still, after all this time, to pretend he was fine after everything he'd gone through.
Slowly, Liam pulls himself out of the terror that was the past, his body trembling as he walks forward, limbs shaky. Sweat prickled at his wooly coat, despite it being winter and frigid. He hadn't experienced an attack like this in ages, and he hadn't been expecting one to hit him like this. Even though he seemed to have pulled himself out of it, little tremors erupted along his muscles, along his spine. What was helping, however, were the memories of his pal, his Bucky, the one who helped him survive everything. It was because of his memories of his best friend that he was even alive to this day. That, and the fact that he'd eventually found Bucky again, though it was no small feat. It wasn't a small feat, either, to break him of the awful brainwashing he'd undergone, but it was worth it. It had been worth the struggle and everything else that had come with it. Unfortunate, was it, that Liam had woken up in Novus without Bucky by his side - the second such world to have had it happen.
Quietly and slowly making his way through the swamp, Liam breaks through a small bundle of underbrush, his blue chasms going wide in a moment of panic - those horrific memories slicing through his mind again - before he shoves down the bile bubbling up his throat. There was nothing to fear about the mare before him. Was there?
She didn't seem all that threatening, but looks could be deceiving, Liam knew that firsthand.
Clearing his throat loudly - loud enough to be heard over the consistent and constant banging of tools into the wood - Liam stepped far enough out of the brush to reveal himself, but left enough room between the two of them to give him ease of escape should he need it. "Miss, are you okay?"
Notes;; <3
Tag;; @Yana, @Rhone
Voice Claim: Chris Evans
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