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@vaehandawn​   sent:    “if i loved you, would it change anything?”

“   rory,   stop.   you’re   being   mean.   ”    of   all   the   people   she   could   fall   in   love   with,   it   had   to   be   THE   CROWN   PRINCE   of   sha’rihal.   it   was   just   supposed   to   be   for   fun,   this   little   thing   they   had   going   on.   it   was   never   going   to   be   permanent,   no   matter   how   much   she   wanted   (   or   thought   )   otherwise.   but   instead   of   something   fun,   SHE   FELL   IN   LOVE   WITH   HIM.   it   had   to   end   now,   before   he   was   married   off   to   some   beautiful   princess   somewhere   and   it   shattered   her   heart   any   more   than   it   already   would.

his   heart   feels   heavy   in   his   chest   as   he   watches   her   fight   against   the   pull.   he   paced   himself   with   her,   never   rushed   or   over   exposed   his   feelings.   he   had   let   her   walk   into   this   with   him   ⸺   it   still   wasn’t   enough.   her   superficial   fighting   nature   still   took   hold,   finding   reasons   to   deny   the   truth.   she   confirms   it   herself,   ‘i   love   you,   rory.’   but   she   didn’t   have   to   tell   him.   he’d   always   known,   sure   as   the   sun   in   the   sky.   for   a   second,   he   considers   letting   her   walk   away   but   he’d   loved   her   for   too   long   to   just   let   his   heart   take   the   fall   without   a   fight.

   “   ceecee   ⸺   ”      his   hand   reaches,   wrapping   around   hers,   the   vine   around   an   old   building,   anchoring   them   both   in   place.   he’ll   keep   her   here,   at   least   long   enough   to   say   his   piece.   then   .   .   .   then   if   she   wants   to   walk   away   and   never   come   back,   he   won’t   stop   her.      “   ceecee,   don’t   fight   like   that.   you   know   i   don’t   care.   ”      he   keeps   one   hand   firmly   holding   hers   while   the   other   comes   to   trace   the   delicate   arch   of   her   cheekbone.   he’s   haunted   by   her   face,   sees   it   in   his   dreams,   and   every   day   that   she’s   with   him,   he   feels   more   like   the   man   he's   supposed   to   be.   after   all   the   loss   and   tragedy,   within   the   uncertainty   of   this   age,   he   walks   into   happiness   with   eyes   wide   open.   he   chooses   his   own   happiness.      “   my   family’s   claim   is   only   valid   as   long   as   the   people   decide   it   is.   it   might   all   end   tomorrow   and   i   would   accept   that.   and   i   would   not   care   about   it   as   long   as   you’re   still   here   next   to   me.   my   parents   love   you,   and   they   would   not   make   me   choose   a   queen   i   don’t   love.   they   certainly   wouldn’t   make   me   bond   with   her.   ”      hand   cups   her   cheek   and   he   focuses   his   gaze   in   hers.   oh,   how   he   would   drown   himself   in   her.

we did a lot of things we’re not proud of.

maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew.

will you take a look at the size of this?

it only took me like, what? ten seconds?

it was like a sign from God.

what’s it doing in my bed?

you ask too many questions.

what else have you got in there?

trust me on this one, you don’t wanna know.

i sleep in the nude.

when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.

we’re all gonna die.

for the good of the mission, i will go!

about time someone hit him. i’m just sorry it wasn’t me.

we can’t let him do this!

don’t take no for an answer!

hey, i had nothing to do with it!

you do swim, do you not?

i swim pretty good.

you didn’t just drink that, did you?

i’ll have to quit my job.

so i guess this is how it ends, huh?

here’s the plan. we’re gonna come in low and fast and take ‘em by surprise.

our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children.

maybe i should do this later, huh?

do you wanna do my job? be my guest.

thank god i lost my sense of taste years ago.

why don’t you translate, and i’ll wave the gun around?

this was not a part of the plan!

something wrong with your neck?

how’d you learn to do that?

who are you? how’d you get in here?

i came down the chimney. ho ho ho.

i didn’t say it was the smart thing, but it is the right thing.

get back! i’ve got soap and i’m not afraid to use it!

i’ve got a bone to pick with you.

i really wish i had a better idea than this.

i know i’m forgetting something.

i’m gonna need you to fill these up.

you don’t know what you’re tampering with.

well, that changes things.

don’t you ever close that book?

we don’t get paid overtime.

well, as usual diplomacy has failed us.

i love it when we win.