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[prevented]

You don't understand, do you? She's already begun to forget. There's a way she-- you wouldn't know. When she first took me in, she did it for my father. There were always stories. She'd smile and laugh when she told me about him. Really smile and laugh. We'd look over the old maps and she'd show me Corsica and Mombasa and Lake Victoria. She'd point out everywhere she'd gone with him and tell me we'd go there someday, too.

But now? Now she tells me about the moon and how she couldn't get him to come to her there. She tells me about how Father wouldn't go because he didn't think he was strong even if she did. She talks about how she understands Father now since she doesn't think she's as strong as I think. Well, I don't understand. I don't understand why you have to be here. I don't understand why she keeps leaving to help you out. She's just making herself weaker. You're a burden.

[Just like me. And she can't carry both of us. You have to go. Just go...

She knows she's being selfish but she's also barely ten. What else can one expect? Her grandfather had raised her in the ways of war. She had been made to learn terrible things about life and death from an early age. Ever since her real mother died, she hadn't known true love. She barely remembers Leia now. All she had was Lady. And she was losing that, too. Losing her the same way she had lost all the soldiers who had practically worshipped her. They were all so quick to betray her when her grandfather died. If Lady hadn't stepped in, she has no doubt about what her fate would have been. What would she do when she lost her new mother's protection because of this man? It's just not fair.]

[needsnoheadsman]

[You're a burden. He huffs out a tired, mirthless laugh--she isn't the only one to have thought that. Sometimes, in the darkest parts of the night when he can't sleep, he wonders if he doesn't just fuck up everything he touches, everything he does.]

Sometimes I don't understand why she helps, either. She was well within her rights to refuse to help me when I asked her to. [There's still so much he can't understand about her, honestly.] She still is.

[prevented]

She's not. It's a compulsion. I wouldn't be here if she could help herself.

[There are times when Lady even asks about Leia. An angel in white with golden hair. That's how Mariemaia remembers her mother. She'd been a nurse when she met Father and...things happened. That's all she knows and Lady doesn't press for more.

I'm sure your father loved your mother but it was a complicated time. All that matters now is I'm here to love you as they would have wanted to.]

[needsnoheadsman]

[He moves to sit beside her.]

And why not, my lady?

[prevented]

If the woman you loved had a baby with someone else then died without ever having told you about it, would you take it in? Never mind the fact that I almost started a war. Literally.

[Really. Literally. LITERALLY.]

[needsnoheadsman]

I would. [It's short and simple, but there are so many reasons why. It all boils down to one thing, though: he can't, won't not take Jeyne's child in.]

And as for wars, well, I did start one.

[prevented]

On purpose?

[needsnoheadsman]

Aye. My father and sisters were being held by the Lannisters, and I started a war to bring them back.

[He looks down now, at his hands, and gods--it had seemed...well, not easy, but it wasn't as complicated as it became.]

...I couldn't. My father died, Sansa was married off, and Arya--gods, we never heard a word about her.

[prevented]

So you had a family, hm? At least for a little while. How fortunate. You understand why I don't want you taking mine then.

[There goes that fake smile again. She pairs it with a cheerful lilt of her voice but it all sounds so hollow. Deep down, she does sympathize but one-upmanship has always been the name of the game for her. It always comes down to "Doesn't matter. Had worse."]

[needsnoheadsman]

I don't want to take your family. [He knows the feeling of losing everything, knows how hollow it makes one feel. He doesn't want anyone else to feel that way, especially not a child.]

I've lost mine. I don't want you to think you'll lose yours.

[prevented]

So you mean to change my mind then? Go on. I'm listening. Nothing wrong with a fair fight.

[needsnoheadsman]

You can stay with Une, if you want. I've no right to try to separate you from each other, I know that, and my marrying her won't change my thoughts on that. [wryly:] And even if it did, I doubt either of you would agree with me.

But if we're going to see each other more often, I'd like to not worry about my shins, at least.

[prevented]

And why should I believe you? You're kind of famous for not keeping promises, you know. You won't have to worry about your shins for very long. I'll be tall enough to get to the low-hanging fruit soon.

[Nope. No brothers and sisters please. 8| Going to kick that hard.]

[needsnoheadsman]

[...wow, that's going to be painful. He winces at the reminder of the promises he'd broken, and the consequences he suffered for it.]

Will you believe me if I tell you I did my best to keep them?

[prevented]

So you're basically saying your best is lacking?

[Though really, she's tempted to cut him some slack. She's read quite a bit about him and he's suffered a lot. Biting her lip, she tries to hide the fact that she's torn. She just wants things to go back to the way they were. That's never going to happen if he stays. But at least it looks like he won't be sending her away...]

I guess I can't really be mad about that. At least you admit it. But you can't go breaking promises now. If you do, we're going to end up going down, too.

[needsnoheadsman]

I won't. I learned not to months ago. [All too well, in fact.

Notice the lack of I promise. He's broken too many of those to trust himself with this one.]

[prevented]

[Tilting her head, she gives him a long hard stare. Well, he doesn't seem to be lying. And he's not being patronizing like the others. Definitely not talking to her like she's some stupid little girl. Moving to stand, she picks up a book and extends her hand.]

We can shake on it if you tell Lady not to yell at me for what I did at dinner.

[needsnoheadsman]

[And here he smiles, taking her hand in his to shake it.]

Aye, I will. I've had worse, anyways.

[prevented]

[Slipping her hand from his fingers, she just keeps smiling.]

And you'll have worse to come. See you at breakfast.

[And with that, she bends to pick up her book and go.]

[runarevolution]

You wouldn't dare. [ Enjolras' tone is harsh; some might even say murderous- but then again this speaks volumes to the power the other's threat holds. Combeferre is perhaps, the only man who can reason Enjolras into submission. Not every time, and certainly not about all matters- but some, at least. ]

[sceptique]

Pull over and I won't.

[He's pretty sure it's somewhere in the glovebox.]

[runarevolution]

I don't need to pull over yet. You're making a big deal out of nothing.

[ Which, saying this of course means that Enjolras has to swallow on a yawn, struggle it down and lock his jaw so hard that Grantaire can probably see the muscles in his neck bulging. But whatever; so be it if it means he doesn't lose this fight.

He's not going to lose this fight, because he's not pulling over and he's certainly not sleeping in the back of this monstrosity. ]

idek random fluff

[prevents]

❝ Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads, which sew people together through the years. ❞

OH GOOD THANK YOU FLUFF YAAAY

[northless]

[If anyone ever asks Robb who the sweater came from, he'll say it came from his mother. He's never been one for sewing or knitting, after all, and asking his mother for help seemed easier than risking stabbing his fingers with the needle. But the truth is, he'd designed it and much of the day himself, stayed up one night fueled by coffee and bent over his desk, scribbling out his plans.

In fact, he hasn't really been sleeping much, in the lead-up to this day.

So, yes--there is now a sweater and a bouquet of flowers with a sweet note on the kitchen table, and one Robb Stark slumped over the table, sleeping quite peacefully, when she comes home.]

<3

[prevents]

[Work's as demanding as ever, calling for midnight meetings to teleconference with clients on the other side of the planet. The world no longer sleeps and, as a consequence, neither does she. When she gets home, she wants nothing more than a quick cup of tea before falling into bed. Sauntering into the kitchen to put a kettle on, she walks in on him snoozing at the table. The flowers are the first to catch her eye before her gaze wanders to the note and the flowers. In simple scrawl, he's written out "Happy Anniversary." Hm, was that today? She wonders if she should wake him. Had he done all this while waiting up for her? There's a pang of guilt as she seats herself across from him, watching him sleep. He does so much for her without complaint and yet she's forgotten the occasion. How is she supposed to make up for this?]