#stolenfates

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The days that followed the war felt like a haze. Vi checking in on Caitlyn as often as possible, praying to whatever god that might listen that she'd pull through. She wasn't even religious, she just couldn't lose anyone else. Getting out of bed some mornings was a near impossible task, she wanted to stay with Caitlyn, but her body needed to move. She threw on her jacket, heading down the stairs when she heard a sound in the foyer. Rushing down the stairs, mindful that her arm was still in a sling, she caught a figure by the fireplace. That silhouette, she recognized it. "Caitlyn's still asleep." Was all she thought to say as she came to the bottom of the stairs.

she had hoped she would catch them in time – ser criston and her brother. by horseback, unaccompanied. (she'd made sure helaena and her grandchildren had made it out to safety – poor aegon must wait.) it was an odd thing, having swords raised to her before recognition had taken place. even more odd to finally see the one she'd taken as a lover after weeks … in which they'd partedon not so great terms. she had been cold, dismissive. (she's aware of her faults.) now in a tent, she spoke to him alone – the hand to the king and her sworn shield. 

“How do you do it… being so carefree? Easy breezy — like the perfect spring day.

Grace was sprawled out across the platform of the don't-go-crazy room, one leg hanging off the side. The screens were playing footage of the Earth's sky as it would look on a sunny afternoon, the blue just beginning to shift into shades of yellow and orange; occasionally, a flock of birds would fly past or a cloud would pass over. He had already checked the status of the ship and the Taumeba farms, both parts of his ‘daily’ routine. Rocky was by his head, working on something. He could feel the warmth coming from the Eridian even through the xenonite hamster ball. Never one to sit in silence for too long, he finally asked a question he had been wondering for quite some time.

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Four years. . .Katara could barely believe it had been that long since she'd last seen these shores. It had been nearly just that long since they'd all been completely together. Especially with Republic City being built, they never seemed to cross paths much anymore. Her hands tightened on the edge of the ship the moment that the harbor of golds and reds came into view. Katara could feel the swell of anticipation grow in her stomach, an ache to use her bending to get there faster.

               india had been wonderful .      escaping the monotony that was mayfair and traveling home to share her heritage with her husband and have her first child was a kind of beauty she'd cherish . and she thought she'd miss the ton more , and perhaps she did but as they walked through the doors of the bridgerton home with their child in her care she paused in the foyer .      ❝      something feels ... ──── off .      ❞ brows knitted . the home was unusually vibrant in noise . yes , no one had been expecting them for another month , but there felt a kind of disarray in the air . ❝      as if the usual chaos has increased whilst we were gone .      ❞ she reached for his hand , giving it a light squeeze , a knowing smile cresting her lips .

❝ Surely, you do not expect me to not be the least bit curious about this Lady in Silver who has captured your heart. ❞ An ABUNDANCE of teasing was not uncommon amongst the siblings in Bridgerton House ; Daphne's smile one of amusement whilst she sipped her tea, yet also the telltale tinge of WONDER could also be garnered ( for this was the most dazzling of revelations, truly ).

❝ Forgive me, dear brother, but your reputation certainly leaves much to be desired - I can only imagine what Mama's reaction was! ❞

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Vander had habit of picking strays in the form of children, something he was very aware of. Powder and Vi were the acception, as his own actions had helped lead to the loss of Felicia. Raising those kids was his promise that he would make a better life to make up for that day. Mylo and Claggor came after, two children found and who was he to ignore children in need?

And now there was Caitlyn, a piltie who his daughter had just so happened to care deeply about ever since the explosion nearly killed them both. In truth he too had quickly grown fond of the girl. One look and he could tell she didn't share the popular belief most shared of them. She was one of the good ones. Wanted to become a enforcer, something he encouraged.

"Well I was starting to wonder when I would see you around these parts again." Vander greeted her on sight already preparing a drink at the bar. It had been years now, and she wore that enforcer uniform like she was meant to. "I see you've finally earned yourself the uniform, told you you could do it kiddo."

When she was within arms distance, he reached out to ruffle her hair. "I feel like a proud dad. All of my children going on the up and up, including you. Even if your mother doesn't approve, we are all proud of you." The history between the two sides still left wounds inside, but he smiled knowing that this generation be in good hands. "Now if only you could convince that daughter of mine to do something other than fighting."