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he had left her with ambition. it was not intentional, certainly, as seen on the worry weaved into his forehead, but when the anger about having been kept in the dark for all too long faded, it faded to a relentless will in proving him better. fortitude attached itself to her, mobilised her hands to rush through documents in places she had never entered before, elicited plans from her husband’s mind without a glimpse of regret when scribbling them onto papers later.

it resulted in a stack of information on current political unrest in specific districts, surveillance systems within the capitol and lists of people that her husband did not trust. she didn’t call him before the will to prove herself had realised the results she had wanted. officially, it was a game of chess she requested. unofficially, she hoped to impress.

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"    are  you  plutarch  ?    "    curious  eyes  look  up,  greeting  him  with  a  shy  smile.  his  family  is  one  of  the  older  ones,  ties  into  the  elite  far  beyond  the  dark  days.  more  important  was  the  flutter  in  her  heart  caused  by  the  sight  of  him.  endearing.  blowing  words  from  her  tongue,  scrambling  them  over  in  her  mind.  speech  is  not  a  graceful  experience  when  HE'S  CUTE.    "  you    .  .  .    you  dress  well.  and  -  and  .  .  .    uhm.  you  look  w  -  well.  "

>> @heavensbee asked : ❛ i told you, you don’t have to deal with this pain on your own. we’re in this together now, remember ? ❜

virgilia  had  poked  at  the  wood,  at  the  thin  fire  built  to  maintain  their  warmth.  an  abandoned  house.  a  long  track  with  little  sleep.  it  had  been  a  journey  on  wheels,  on  foot,  on  a  train.  she  knew  of  the  blisters  underneath  the  soles  of  his  feet,  had  patched  them  up  before  doing  her  own.  if  only  they  could  find  a  horse  —  the  closest  thing  to  easing  their  travel  without  once  more  getting  into  the  danger  of  being  caught.  peacekeepers  controlling  each  compartment  had  been  a  frightening  enough  experience  that  needed  no  repeating.  a  horse,  yes,  that  would  be  the  solution  to  the  problem  ;  the  problem  being  him,  warming  by  the  fire,  with  his  aching  breath  and  the  sweaty  forehead.  an  infection,  most  likely,  and  the  few  medicine  she  had  gotten  didn't  help  fast  enough.  if  only  he  could  get  on  a  horse,  they  would  be  faster  with  a  horse.

"  huh  ?  "  the  answer  came,  the  gears  spinning.  his  words  came  delayed,  taking  up  space  in  her  mind.  growing,  blossoming,  and  being  denied  with  the  shake  of  her  head.  "  i'm  fine.  "    through  the  flames  and  its  creaking  of  the  wood  it  ate,  his  eyes  glinted  in  the  orange  light.  unspoken  was  the  fear  inside  her.  it  glared  back  at  her  whenever  she  looked  at  him  —  no  matter  how  kind  his  gaze.