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the young boy was watching the jedi but made sure that he kept a distance from him. ❛ qui gon, sir, what are you doing ? ❜ his small voice broke the silence in the room. he had lost track of how long he had been watching, but after so long, he felt he had to say something.

his mind was a buzz with questions. ❛ can i help ? ❜ he moved from his seat at the table & tstood next to where the man was. blue eyes looked at him with wonder & curiosity.

‘ WILL YOU GO HOME? ’ she keeps her voice remarkably even, as if she asks about the weather, or if the food is to his liking. a matter of little consequence, not a question posed with an answer she was hoping would follow. ‘ when your cousin returns, i mean. there is much to be discussed regarding her departure, yours as well, should that be your choice. ’

how strange . whispers had travelled of a gladiator who defied the republic , screaming into the sky and cursing all romans . she had warned the republic . a warrior would arise in city of winery and beauty , yet none had listened . silly woman , they had deemed her , laughing at her prophesies and claiming that she was a false prophet for women were nothing but tools in the eyes of rome . how wrong they were .

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the green knight starters || accepting for all muses

Boromir knows he is tired. A heavy body and clumsy fingers and a slow muddled mind quite helpfully tell him so. And his mother's veils that pool and crimp around her legs are so very comfortable, the fabric against his cheek reminding him of being so small and drifting to sleep in the middle of the day just listening to Finduilas and her friends talk the afternoon away.

But Boromir is not small anymore, not by his standards anyway, and he has more things to worry him than he had when he was five. And these things are what urge him to pull his head up from his mother's lap and push himself upright to look at her searchingly, with an expression too old for the eight year old face it inhabits.