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heartafterheart) wrote2012-10-25 06:05 pm
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heartafterheart) wrote2012-10-25 06:05 pm
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Ceiro turned his head a little, watching as the thugs beat on the poor merchant with no shame. They wanted his coin, and the man protested repeatedly that he had none to give…it was shameful at the best of times. Frowning, Ceiro debated a moment about leaving- not getting involved was the status quo in these sort of things.
And yet? He turned and waded into the fight with a bit of determination as he held up his hands and offered to pay them his coin since the trader had none to give. It was a strange sort of circumstance, honestly. And he smiled to himself in a pleased manner as the men turned and left with his bag of coins- At least they were all alive.
But when the merchant stood, Ceiro turned back to him and brightly offered to help clean him off and sort him out before he got on his way again. Or he tried.
“Get off me, you blooding-heart fool!” The man cried at him, spitting in his face. “I didn’t need your damn help to take care of myself.” And without another word, the man turned and left, leaving Ceiro to wonder (not for the first time) why he ever bothered helping people these days.
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Ceiro sat in his office, looking at the boy- no, the man that sat across from him. Jordan had gone already, to prepare for the inevitable. Their mother was to be cast out, turned away from every suit and every home- and he had this one to thank for it…
And yet when he watched Hadyn he thought he was looking at someone else entirely. Jordan had his cracks, there was little doubt in that. Try as he might, the older Novak was straining under the weight of his choices- but Hadyn seemed lost in another way. “Are you sure of these things, Hadyn?” He asked after a moment, startling the other man out of his thoughts.
For a moment Hadyn only gave him a curious look before nodding and standing slowly. “I’m sure, your majesty.” He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, before turning as if to start for the door. “I’m sorry, sir….for everything.”
“You need not apologize,” Ceiro replied with a shake of his head and standing himself. It was not the boy’s fault that their mother acted as she did. “You’ve done nothing wrong.” A truth as far as he could tell, though the other man gave him a look that suggested there was more to this plot that met the eye. Frowning, Ceiro watched him go before sitting in his chair again and leaning back to think. A strange way to part, he thought, but he couldn’t begin to explain why.
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He held her hands as the Doctors spoke, and smiled more when her smile started to falter. That was the only thing, in truth, he knew to do as he held her up every day. His recovery, after all, was going well. Lead poisoning was not the worst of poisoning to reverse, but it was strangely difficult to deal with a waning spirit of a dear friend.
“Smile, love,” he said softly as he leaned in toward her as if to whisper a soft secret in her ear. “Smile, and each day will get better.”
If she gave up, after all, nothing would change. She was too precious, too strong, and too determined for that- at least in his mind. So he lingered there in the hospital, long after he’d been told he could leave. He lingered and waited with her, sometimes so far into the night he fell asleep in a chair. And each morning he awoke, and he rushed her hair from her face before pressing warm lips to her forehead.
“Smile, my love, today is your day.”
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