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“You would have to ask him.” Jaime did not think, with any luck he might push the little brat into the river for her as well as his bride. Alas, she did not think that she would be so lucky.
They sat there for a while longer, calling out fish when they saw them. Eventually, her patience for all of this wore to the last as the sky above them was turning the colour of a ripe peach.
She gathered her skirts into her hands and stood from the padded bench. “If my Lord will pardon me, I should ready myself for the feast.” Perhaps she would send down word she was not feeling well, the less Tullys she saw the better.
Edmure was pleased with the game they were playing, as he proved himself to be better then Lady Cersei. Somehow, he managed to win the game, pulling ahead early on. Edmure believed it had everything to do with the fact that he played this frequently with his sister, so he was naturally better at the game.
When Cersei declared that she was to go get ready for the feast, Edmure finally pulled his eyes away from the river. “I forgot about the feast.” He admitted, nodding. “I’ll see you at the feast, then, Lady Cersei.” Edmure gave a single nod, sliding off the seat with practiced ease.
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“Picked him up from the streets?” Mona’s hazel eyes widened with confusion before her brow furrowed with concern. Taking a child from streets in order to use them to help commit a fraud was exploitation, and if she had taken someone else’s child full stop, it was kidnap….but Kevin didn’t strike her as a boy kidnapped from a loving home. He didn’t strike her as someone who even knew what a loving home was…which would make sense if Serah was the neglectful parent Mona believed her to be, but also would make sense if Edmure’s theory was true. It’s possible he already came from a bad home life and had been promised a better one without knowing the details…
If they wanted to find out if Serah was really his Mother, they weren’t going to find that out by Edmure’s DNA test; that would only confirm whether he was the Father. Mona thought perhaps she could use connections at her work, old clients, a few angelic-aided shortcuts to get a DNA test ordered from Serah…..but there was a much simpler way. Ask her to do a test on herself; if she was his Mother, then there would be no reason to refuse if she wanted Edmure’s help like she claimed, but if she wasn’t….her refusal would be confirmation enough.
Lost in her plans and thoughts, Mona almost didn’t hear Edmure’s suggestion. “You want to bring Kevin here? Permanently?” He had said ‘another kid’, “You want to adopt him?”
"No, no, I don't think she picked him up from the streets." Edmure clarified. There was something about Kevin that didn't exactly mend well with Serah. He had seen the way that Catelyn's children look at her and Ned and that same thing wasn't there. Even with Nathan, there was something that Kevin was lacking. There was a lack of affection, a lack of something else entirely. Edmure wanted to get down to the bottom of it. Whatever was going on, it was really bothering him.
"Adopt, foster, whatever, I don't know. I just don't want to see him going back to the life he was in. If Serah hasn't changed, or if he's from a bad home, we can give him a much better life, Mona." Edmure had begun to grow attached to Kevin just based off the few times they'd met. There was something about him, something that reminded Edmure of himself. He wanted to make sure that Kevin was taken care of and he didn't think anyone else was going to do that.
Edmure thought that maybe he had crossed a line, that it was a silly suggestion. He shook his head, waving his hand. "If you don't want to, I completely understand. It was a rather large assumption on my part that you would want to. I mean, this entire thing can't be easy for you, even if he's not my kid." But Serah coming back into their lives, that wasn't fair for Mona. None of this was fair for Mona but here they were, dealing with his bad decisions even years later.
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“Sí, zapatos,” Imelda repeated, gesturing to the workshop and to the shoes that lined the walls, ready to be picked up by those who had made the order, as well as to the sign that was a miniature of the one that hung outside, declaring this to be the residence of the ‘Rivera, Familia de Zapateros, desde 1921′. “It would be better for you,” Imelda added in advice, “Tu zapatos are…nice but in this heat you will have blisters before the sun sets tonight. Rivera shoes never cause blisters” She promised with utmost certainty.
“We could make you ones that fold up,” Óscar offered
“Or have wheels”
“Or change colours with the temperature”
“Ay dios, you are shoemakers, not inventors” Imelda told them, just as she had told them a dozen times before. But just like every single time before, it was likely Coco would have sympathy on them and keep the shoes in her cupboard even if she never wore them. I don’t want to see them thrown away, Mamá, she had told her once, many years ago now, and Imelda had sighed and let her daughter keep her Tíos useless and senseless inventions.
“Tu esposa is shopping?” Imelda raised her eyebrows, surprised that the woman would wander off alone while in a new place, a turista, “So, she is shopping and left you with your perro….este Maverick, and you lose him in a zapataría in a pequeño pueblo where you do not speak español very well, sí?” She gave the man a dry look, “Quizás tu esposa should keep you y Maverick together”
She then held out her hand for him to shake, “Imelda Rivera”
"1921?" Edmure was quite impressed that the shoe business had been around that long. He would have thought something like this wouldn't have lasted entirely long. Then again, everyone needed shoes. They were used for every occasion, every event. Everyone in the world needed shoes and if they were a tourist city, it would appear that shoes would be something that would sell. From what he could see of said shoes, they looked reliable. But what did he knew about the shoes business? Nothing.
He could design a building for someone, but not shoes. As the brothers were talking about shoes, Edmure raised a brow, looking between them before their sister seemingly ended their little show about different shoes they could invent.
"Well...." Edmure paused as she basically described everything that had happened in a matter of a few sentences. "Yes, I suppose you're right about all of that." Mona was shopping, Edmure had grown bored and went outside with Maverick. The two had gotten in trouble since one of them with four legs had decided to chase after a cat. Who knew the dog would do such a thing. He never did back home.
"Pleasure to meet you, Imelda." He firmly shook her hand. "Edmure Tully."
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“No es un florero,” Imelda said with a frown, “Un vaso es a glass”
In support of her definition, Felipe held up the broken glass in his hand.
“That’s why the drink spilled,” He explained.
“Mi bebida,” His twin added
“No, mine,
“No, yours is there” Óscar pointed out the glass that was unbroken and still filled with water.
“Oh,” Felipe looked incredibly pleased that his bebida was still whole, unspilled and drinkable.
“Pero, sí, tu dinero would be very appreciated, señor” Imelda cut in on her twins’ dialogue, nodding her thanks at the stranger for his offer of repaying for the glass. “Pero, quizás tu dinero could not be for un vaso, pero, some zapatos?”
She felt her brothers raise their eyebrows at her suggestion that the man repay the minor damage and chaos by purchasing a pair of Rivera shoes, but Imelda was surprised they did not think of the suggestions themselves. In a business it was always muy importante to see opportunity where you could, and it was no lie to say that the man’s shoes would not do him very well here. The climate, the terrain…if he wanted shoes that would last while he was being a tourist, he would do better with a pair of Rivera shoes.
“And where is your esposa now, señor?”
Edmure watched the exchange between brothers with a single brow raised. He understood half of what was being said, mainly because of the gesturing and holding the broken pieces of glass up and then pointing to the filled glass. Clearly one brother thought his glass was broken, when in reality, it was the other twin. How Edmure understood all of that, he wasn't sure. He would just chalk it up as a good guess. Somehow he needed to make sure that he escaped in one piece but also that the glass was taken care of. His sister raised him to pay for his actions, even if it meant literally paying.
Now both brows raised as Edmure tried to piece together what she was saying. Where was Mona when he needed her? His wife was the one who spoke fluent Spanish, not himself. He could speak Italian and bits of French, which now that he thought about it, was close to Spanish. "Zapatos...." He paused, trying to remember the word. "Shoes?" He guessed, hoping that his assumption was correct and he wasn't making an arse out of himself.
"You want me to pay you back with shoes?" Edmure winced, realizing how off that sounded from the way that the lady was talking. Good Lord, this wasn't going to work out in the slightest. He did piece together what was just asked and he could give her that answer with ease.
"My wife is in the town center, she was shopping when I got bored." Edmure shrugged. "And then Maverick decided to run off." He frowned at his dog who looked longingly between all the people. "But my wife is shopping.” He looked at her suspiciously. “Why?"
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Cersei could have pointed out that she probably knew Lysa Tully as well as little Lord Edmure knew her brother but then, it wouldn’t be fair. Because she had already decided on her opinion on Lysa.
Of course, she imagined telling the boy that she would like nothing more to throttle his sister and threw her into the river would probably not be a very good idea at all.
So, she settled on a simple smile before she spoke. “I don’t truly knew her either, but she seems very sweet. And she smiles quite a bit, and laughs a lot as well. Every time my brother seems to say something, in point of fact.”
The girl was insipid and cow eyed, everytime Jaime said something it seemed to send her off into a fit. Maybe Jaime would be the one to strangle her instead,
“Lysa does laugh a lot when there are other boys around.” Edmure had realized that early on, especially when Petyr had been there. He’d even asked Catelyn once why she did and Catelyn gave some reason that didn’t sound exactly right even to him. Lysa was doing it for the boys, he’d figured that out on his own after the half answer from his sister. He wondered how well Lysa and Jaime would get along, and how well all of the Tullys and Lannisters would get along, too. From what Edmure had seen and could sense, there was tensions every where.
Edmure was just happy there wasn’t another Lannister for him to marry, that he would marry into another family. He didn’t know if he’d like the idea of marrying Cersei. She was... interesting. Mean, she was mean. Edmure decided right then and there that Cersei was mean and needed someone who didn’t like her. Was that wrong for him to say?
“Does your brother like my sister?”
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“He just broke una vasa,” Felipe volunteered.
“And spilled his drink” Óscar added, gesturing to the floor and Imelda’s gaze followed the movement, finding the wet stain on the floor of the workshop. At least it hadn’t landed on the shoes or any of the leather. As Imelda eyed the spill and the perro returned to his owner’s side her gato came trotting back into the room and jumped upon the table, before climbing onto Imelda’s shoulders.
“Maybe he could smell Pepita,” Felipe suggested with a shrug, adjusting his glasses as he looked at the newcomer. A turista? A De La Cruz fan? And so not someone Mamá Imelda would want here if he started talking about it. He looked to his twin, and the two of them shared an expression that said they both had the same thought.
“Well, if the smell of a gato makes him run off quizás he should be on a lead,” Imelda suggested, polite but firm, “There are many gatos in this town, señor,” Pepita purred in agreement, yellow eyes on Maverick and the dog rushed forward again, this time knocking a shoe hammer off the table, tale wagging, wanting the cat to chase with him. Come play, his eyes begged, while Pepita’s said ‘de ninguna manera’
“Is he always so entusiasta?” Imelda asked, looking at the perro with reserved judgement.
Edmure felt his stomach sink when he heard that Maverick had, in fact, broken something and spilled something else. The dumb dog seemed to think that it was perfectly acceptable to run through other peoples homes. They didn't have a problem with this back home so he wasn't sure why there was such a problem right now. "I can give you money for the vase. So you can buy another one. I can clean up the spilled drink too." It was the least he could offer, right?
"He doesn't run off. We have cats back home too that he likes to play with. Normally this isn't a problem at all. I do-- Maverick." Edmure's voice was stern, something he rarely was with his dog and it seemed to grab the animals attention. Maverick came slinking back to his side, sitting there as he continued to look at the cat longingly to play some game.
"He likes to play, yes. I normally take him on runs but since my wife and I have been traveling, we haven't had a chance to do so. But, we've also been exploring and hiking a lot." Edmure shrugged as if it explained everything. He paused, looking between the brothers and Imelda. "Are you sure you don't want anything for the vase? I can at least clean it up."
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‘ yes, it is. ‘
it had been so for a good while now — ever since Donal Noye headed off to die alongside Mag the Mighty in that tunnel, and left Jon in charge of the Wall. from there to becoming the actual lord commander, and now King in the North — the weight and responsibility of decisions had been his alone, and seldom had he had somebody else to go to for advice. which, likely, explained some of the mistakes made… but what could he do? no amount of regret would change the past, and continuing forward was the only option left — for him, for Sansa, for their people. decision was made.
nonetheless, when he was about to point out he didn’t really count as part of Lady Stark’s children —never really had, after all—, Edmure was faster and the bastard couldn’t help a soft smile. the norm was for him to protect others (which he did gladly, to be sure) and not the other way around, and to hear this broken man now speaking of taking care of him was, at the very least, heart-warming. even if it might be an illusion, even if, at the end of the day, it would turn out that war would consume all of them as it had already done to their loved ones. it was nice, to believe in a happier ending if only for a moment or two.
‘ do that, then, my lord — head to Winterfell, and keep Sansa safe. your sister’s daughter. ‘ and the two of them looked more alike than ever, he thought; Lord Tully himself surely wouldn’t need long to notice it. ‘ i’ll stay, in order to secure the dragonglass… and, hopefully, i’ll be able to convince Queen Daenerys to join our cause, in the meanwhile. if not — i will return home as well, and then we’ll plan out next step. ‘
It felt strange to have some sort of purpose in all of this, to have some sort of say in everything that was going on. Edmure had no say for so long. No matter what he said, no matter what he did, everyone always countered against him. Or, he was marrying someone to keep the bond between Stark, Tully, and Frey, only to have that lead to his captivity, his entire family slaughtered. Edmure had no say then, no matter what they taunted him with, no matter what was being said, Edmure had no say. There was nothing he could do on the matter, nothing that would make them give him some lee-way. And then the Dragon Queen came. Her men came, opening cells, releasing prisoners, and hearing their stories. And here he was, standing on the beach with Jon Snow, his brother-by-marriage's bastard. What a funny way to end everything.
Catelyn would not be pleased, he knew. There was little he knew about Jon, asides from what he'd heard from Ned or Robb. There was little he knew about the man before him. Edmure wanted to know him better. Regardless of Catelyn's feelings and reservations towards the man, things were different now. They had to rely on the things that they feared most, the people they turned their backs on. Edmure had to keep his chin high if he was going to help his nieces and nephews.
"When you return back to Winterfell, I wish to know you more." Edmure confused, his toes curling in the sand, feeling the water pulling them away. His back was to the water and it seemed like he wouldn't be able to enjoy it until after the war, until after he was back in Riverrun, back in his rightful home. "I feel as if you're a good man, Jon, and we may not be related by blood, but we have to keep our family close to each other when everyone has so little left."
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“What?” Mona asked, immediately picking up on the half-begun sentence. In her experience, people didn’t usually fail to end what they were saying because they changed their mind, but because they were worried about the reaction if they finished saying it. But why would Edmure have any reason to be worried about her reaction? They were in this together, weren’t they? “Edmure…” She prompted, nudging him lightly with her knee as she looked at him with warm concern. “What is it? What were you going to say?”
Hearing the reports from the old friends he had reached out to didn’t really do anything to comfort Mona or even give her new information; it only confirmed what she had suspected already. That this was a woman as much stuck on drugs as she was stuck in the past…part of her natural instinct was to help her, but that wasn’t her line of work anymore, she wasn’t here to help everyone, but she could help someone. And the someone she would choose was that young boy, if there was anything he needed help with….but if the Serah also needed help….Mona felt herself a little torn between her old habits and her relatively new ones. Mortals didn’t have the power to help everyone, they just didn’t have the capacity, so they just had to do the best they could. It was all she could do now.
Help the boy and then if she was able, help the woman. But Kevin was priority.
“Wait, you don’t think he’s hers at all?” Mona asked, sitting up straight in surprise. The kid had been off, yes, awkward, but that was all to be expected if his Mother was using him and neglecting him in the same breath; the situation was hardly one that bred confidence in a child. “You think…” Mona frowned deeply, “but if you’re right…where would she have found him?”
He wasn't sure if he wanted to say what he was thinking, if he wanted to voice his question. There were plently of other things they were worrying about right now, offering this idea wouldn't help right now. Yet, she pushed, wanting to know. The look on her face was one of concern, one of warm concern. It was different from the time he'd broken his wrist playing football, that had been worried concern, but this was different. They both gave the same concern in different ways. Edmure almost said what he was going to say but stopped when Mona sat up in surprise.
"No, I don't. I don't think he's mine either." Edmure confessed. There was just something about him that seemed off. He might have the same red hair and freckles, but he didn't look like any Tully or anyone from Serah's family. There were just somethings that didn't add up every time Serah spoke to him. After recording the meeting, he'd listened to it a few times and after taking with Kevin, after talking with his old friends, Edmure just couldn't believe that Kevin was her son. Or rather, their son. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do the DNA test.
"I can't see her picking up a child from the streets and claiming him. I wouldn't put it past her to find someone else's kid." Edmure shook his head, running his fingers through his auburn hair. Edmure wanted all the answers that he couldn't have right now. "What I was going to say.. and I don't know if it's going to be possible... but when this all said and done, we find out the answers... even if Kevin isn't Serah's, I don't think he comes from a good home life, you can see that from the way he response to things. And we've both wanted another kid... what if we try to bring him in?" Edmure asked quietly, unsure of how Mona was going to react. It was going to add extra layers of complication that Edmure wasn't sure was necessary, or even if it would be possible.
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“Absolutely fine,” Mona insisted, wiping off a tiny bit of ice cream off her score card in order to make sure her marks for the game remained unsmudged, as she took another bite of the Cornetto. The sun was beating down pleasantly, warm on her back but not so warm that it was going to burn her, and the grass on the cricket ground was dry enough to play without the players’ uniforms turning from glistening white to muddy black.
It might be considered an entirely perfect day…if she ignored the niggling in the back of her head that being here was just a distraction, a plaster over the real problem, the real issue. They had talked over some things, yes, and emotionally they were in a better place, but a little chat in the middle of the night didn’t make those issues go away entirely like magic…much as she might wish the to.
“We should start doing this more often,” She suggested, “I don’t mean specifically cricket…but in general. Away time. I mean your sister does it with her family often enough and her and Ned’s schedule is….well, let’s be honest, it’s insane” Especially as they had children. Something Mona ached for….if they moved away, left all this behind, they could have the time and the space and the freedom to adopt even if she couldn’t have a child herself. “If they can do it, why not us?” She paused, “That didn’t sound like I was pitting you against your sister, did it?”
"Uh huh." Edmure didn't believe her as he glanced at the unsmudged scorecard. There had been ice cream on there and her chin, clearly she was having a more difficult time than what she wanted to admit. But, as her attention was dropped from the melting treat, Edmure focused on the game again, eating his own ice cream with a determination not to allow any to drop on him. He was fully focused on the game, watching the plays progress. While he liked watching the game, it wasn't one that he particularly enjoyed playing. Instead, he focused on football, playing in weekly games if his schedule allowed for it. Here, he enjoyed spending time with Mona, eating melting ice cream, and watching the two teams battle it out.
He had been solely focused on the game, Edmure unsure of what exactly Mona was talking about at first. His attention was drawn to the player hitting before his looked at her, blinking for a moment as if he was trying to register what Mona was saying. When it finally did register, he gave an "ah-ha" noise.
"I'm always down for spending time alone with you, you know that." At times, they were too wrapped up in everything, work, life, etc. for them to have those away times. Everything they just experienced was a result of lack of communication and alone time. Maybe it should be something they do more often, find more time to spend with just the two of them. It would make life more interesting, exciting, and hopefully less complicated. "No, you're not. It's simply an example. Edmure reasoned that was a good answer. "Do you think it should be a weekly thing? Bi-weekly? Once a month? Once a year?" Edmure teased.
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She had been nailing in a heel when she heard the sound of something breaking and her cat jumped from his perch, immediately running off to investigate. Another sound of things being knocked over and the sound of both her hermanos yelping, made Imelda put down her tools, and march out into the garden behind her zapataría.
That’s when she saw the dog. Chaos and noise and excitement and clumsiness.
“What is going on?” Mamá Imelda demanded, hands on her hips as the dog skidded along the floor, under her tables and into the feet of a stranger, a man with red hair and skin which would probably burn in this sun, who she presumed was the owner.
“Is this tu perro?” She asked, leaning away when the perro tried to lick her.
At some point Mona had been in a shop, Edmure had been outside with Maverick and something had caught his dogs attention. They'd been playing a nice game of fetch, Edmure throwing the stick and Maverick would bring it back, how the game was usually suppose to happen. However, the dog was distracted and took off, causing Edmure to shout and run after Maverick.
Somehow Maverick had ended up inside someone's home and Edmure groaned, chasing after Maverick. He could hear others in the home, Edmure stopping when Maverick skid into one of the actual buildings. Edmure wasn't sure he wanted to intrude on the building and rather, watched helplessly as Maverick skid directly into someone.
"He is, I'm sorry. Maverick, come." Edmure pointed to his side and the poor dog looked confused, unsure if he should come or try to get more pets from the stranger. "I hope he didn't break anything. He normally doesn't run away like that."
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“Fuck you. I’m still standing.”
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“It is not the Gods which bring this upon us, brother, it is men,” Catelyn spoke cynically but with a heaviness also of one too worn by wars for too many years. Why must it always be fighting and why always must it be the innocent who suffer for it? What part did children play in wars and yet they became pawns regardless. And what of women? In the name of ending war, they were given away to one Lord or the next and it was naught but luck which decided whether the husband you were given would be good or no. Of course, Robb had made a marriage pact in the name of war, but he would choose his bride…the Frey girl would be left with no such choice.
And what was it all for? An iron chair and a gold hat. Mayhaps Ned had the right of it and the North should never have concerned itself with any of the dealings of the south….but how could they have turned their back on lands which held his foster brother as well as her own blood kin? Gods, how she wished matters were more simple, that her heart was not so constantly torn nor her burdens always so heavy.
“It feels sometimes as if I have spent half my life waiting,” Catelyn admitted, recalling the memories of her brother sitting beside her as they watched for their Father and Uncle both. At least Edmure could now go into battle and had no need to sit watching at windows. He was another she must wait for now and pray the Gods keep him safe.
“Get me what I want?” Catelyn let out a small laugh of disbelief, “What I desire, Edmure, is Cersei Lannister’s head on a plate…but heads will not bring Ned back nor rescue my girls…only armies and battles won will do that” She sighed heavily but there was a note of resolve to her now. “Let us hope I am as successfull in this duty as you believe I shall be” Gods, but I wish I shared your confidence, she added silently.
"And that is precisely why I have stopped praying to the Gods. They could have stopped all the men, they could have stopped people from being killed, this war in general, and yet here we are, cleaning up and trying to win a mess that they easily could have ended." Edmure concluded as he stood up from where he sat on the log, no longer desiring to sit nor be in the gardens any longer. There was nothing going on in the castle but he was sure he could find company for the night. It wouldn't be difficult to find someone to help warm his bed. "And yet, they do nothing to stop any of this."
Edmure shrugged when she made her comment about waiting, as there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing that could change the outcome nor the behavior. He didn't make the rules, he didn't dictate who waited and who went. "We all wait in some form." She waited for them to return, they wall waited to go home back to their families and loved ones. Back to safety. Many a night he would hear men speaking about going back to their home where they didn't have to worry if this night would be their last.
He couldn't help but frown when Catelyn laughed, shaking his head. There was only so much he could do and even he knew it was silly to wish for someone to bring the Queens head back. If the wrong people heard her, they could charge her with treason and her own head on a platter. Wouldn't that be an ironic twist, Edmure thought. "If you are, this war ends sooner than we suspect and we can all go back home. You can have your girls back, go back to Winterfell, and I will run the Riverlands."
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“It is. That’s why you’ll be glad we’re going out of it,” Mona reiterated pointedly, “We have to go through the city to get there, so you might have a few prying eyes and sneering comments along the way, but once we’re at the woods, I doubt you’ll find as many people to care about the shortness of your trousers” It would be a bit of a walk to get there though, and Mona hoped they would happen upon a horse and cart heading the same way that they might sit in the back and make the journey a lot more quickly.
“If Mr Mountjoy knew you were here, and who you were, where you were from….” Mona frowned as she contemplated, “He would send you straight home, you’d be glad to hear but….from what you’ve said about your future, a future involving me…I’m not sure it would be the same future he would send you back to. He’d reset me, probably, new name, new body, I perhaps wouldn’t be on reprimand because I haven’t done anything yet but….I’d be under watch, I think. That’s why we need to get you back quickly,” She concluded, “I don’t know how I feel about a future where I turn my back on everything for one human– no offence– but if it’s the decision I make, one I choose to make, willingly and fully aware of what it means, then it’s a decision I should have a right to make” She didn’t want Mountjoy discovering it and changing the future before it could happen. Humans weren’t the only ones allowed free will….just celestials were bound with far grander rules.
“And what was I doing?” She asked, daring the question, “While you were getting ready for work and drinking your coffee…what was I doing?”
"Oh joy." Edmure imagined that he would receive less comments wearing the clothes he had right now then if he was wearing what Mona had found him in, he could only imagine the comments and looks. Maybe it was better he was wearing this. He couldn't imagine the walk could be that long, then again, things were different compared to the time he was from. It was difficult to see the similarities, considering the age of the buildings, but he could also see it. "How long will it take?" He asked curiously.
Edmure couldn't help feeling his face fall when Mona explained what could happen if Mountjoy found him here now. Going back to a future without Mona wasn't one that he wanted to experience. He wanted his wife there and not some stranger that Mountjoy would set up to be his wife. Hell no, he wanted to go back to Mona. "I don't want him to know I'm here then." Edmure concluded after a moment, a worrisome look on his face as they walked besides each other. "That wouldn't be fair to you nor me, especially when I had no control over the fact I came here." Then it wouldn't be fair at all, considering he had little control. Did he want to be here? Absolutely not, and yet here he was.
"You?" Edmure paused, trying to remember if it was a day when Mona had gone into work early or not. "You had already left for work, it was one of your earlier work days. So you weren't home."
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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.
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APHRODITE: laughter-loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO: glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly-organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.
ARES: armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well-worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS: keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA: discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers, ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.
DEMETER: soil-covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom-friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek-furred panthers. theater masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased- stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.
HERA: resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.
HERMES: devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.
POSEIDON: storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.
ZEUS: thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. natural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.
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I’m not sure if I believe in soulmates, but I’m kind of convinced you are mine.
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“It is,” Mona admitted seriously, looking at Edmure intensely as she did so. She had gotten what she wanted when she had told Mr Mountjoy that she wanted to give it all up to be human, she had been allowed to leave, to live as a mortal with a mortal life and a mortal husband. But wanting that didn’t mean she wanted to give up helping, making a difference, that was something she could never want to give up; it was what she was made for and what she enjoyed. She did it in her work at the firm, of course, helping people, but if she could actively help on bigger things, things that were beyond the reach of plain, mortal help, then maybe she’d feel less guilty about how selfish her decision had been to choose Edmure over everything else.
“I remember having Earth Liaisons when I would come down on tours of duty. They were mortals who knew who we were, what we were, they worked for Mr Mountjoy…they were there to give us a base, to give us information on the times if there was something we didn’t know, a support network, someone who was permanently on Earth that we could go to…they changed each time obviously” Mortals didn’t live forever after all, far from it. “But if I could do that, be an Earth Liaison myself, it would mean being able to help in a way I can’t at the firm” It would mean more flexibility with work in general as her boss would be Mr Mountjoy again, a boss who was literally over everyone’s head, but would it be worth it if in the long run it just caused problems between she and Edmure?
It was a concern she put to the back of her mind for a while as they booked tickets and ate pancakes and kept the television on lazily in the background. Nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary, just everyday married life things. It was nice. Nicer still when Maverick decided to join them and Mona made an active and conscious ever to mention not a single thing about work for the rest of their time together; no Tom, no Zak, no new jobs, no Mountjoy, none of it. She even avoided getting a clean towel out of the linen cupboard just so she wouldn’t have to look at that stupid click.
By the next day when they were at the cricket match, it felt to Mona as if a whole weight was lifted off, they were just any other married couple anywhere else in the world. She felt Edmure looking at her as she sat in her seat, score card in her lap and ice cream in her hand. “I can keep score and eat this at the same time” She told him, “You’re not the only one of many talents” A small drop of ice cream dribbled down her chin and she only caught it in time.
Edmure had noticed there was less tension in the air, it was every fading the more time they spent together without mentions of work. He knew that it couldn't always be that way, that they would have to talk about it again, but he liked it. He liked that they were just Edmure and Mona, nothing about the countdown to the end of the world, nothing about the fact that all of this was going to end eventually and they were trying to stop it. Edmure didn't realize how much he missed just Mona until they were spending time together, as they use to before either Tom or Zak decided to move in. He liked it and he wanted to keep it that way, the selfish part of him did.
The non-selfish part knew that he couldn't do that, that they needed to keep moving forward with her work as it would save so many people, even themselves in the end. Edmure tried not to think about any of it, diving fully into everything they were doing, even when they were making tacos and the meat went every where because Maverick decided to jump up and try to snatch it from him. There had been a moment of anger before he sighed, laughing at what his dog had done. Edmure declared in that moment that they should probably take their dog for a walk, that way he could get some exercise too.
When they were settled in their seats, ice cream in hand, Edmure ate his carefully, as it was melting quicker than normal for some reason. It wasn't even that warm outside. He wondered if the ice cream guy did it on purpose for others to find amusement in the fact their ice cream was melting. When he realized that Mona was scoring at eating it, he looked at her with slightly bewilderment. "Uh huh... how well is it going for you?" Edmure teased, deciding not to tell her about the ice cream on his chin, but she had found it anyway. "It seems to me that you're struggling a bit there."
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