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This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

Date: 2017-07-05 11:53 pm (UTC)
hotspurred: (creep up on)
From: [personal profile] hotspurred
[He gives a faint smile at that.]

Then know it for truth.

Date: 2017-07-07 12:26 pm (UTC)
hotspurred: (upon my chest)
From: [personal profile] hotspurred
[As is he.]

I only wish that you had the chance to truly know her. She...

[Henry closes his eyes.]

There will be no woman like her again.

Date: 2017-07-07 09:18 pm (UTC)
hotspurred: (may clearly see)
From: [personal profile] hotspurred
[Another person to remember Iamarl — that is no small thing. He squeezes Maketh's hand, grateful.]

It gladdens me to know that you were not always alone. [He gives a little laugh, though it's tempered by the overall mood.] I cannot believe you were nicknamed kitten.

Date: 2017-07-08 03:18 pm (UTC)
hotspurred: (a moonlit knife)
From: [personal profile] hotspurred
[Henry cocks his head.]

You did not seem out of place with them, for all the years between you.

Date: 2017-07-08 09:29 pm (UTC)
hotspurred: (answer me this)
From: [personal profile] hotspurred
So you must be.

[For better, for worse.

And yet it cannot have been a great surprise to her twins. They were once part of the Empire, and they died knowing that she would not rebel at that time. They must have known how the Empire would mould her. They also knew and loved the woman she was beneath that veneer.

Perhaps they wondered about the role their deaths played in her change. Perhaps it gave them hope to see her finally attempting to break free of the Empire's ways.]


How long has it been?

Date: 2017-07-09 09:36 am (UTC)
hotspurred: (closing in)
From: [personal profile] hotspurred
That is the actuality of tyranny.

[Henry strokes his thumb over Maketh's knuckle.]

I hope her words bring you comfort. The battle you wage in yourself is worth the hardship.

Date: 2017-07-09 07:30 pm (UTC)
hotspurred: (whereto you may return)
From: [personal profile] hotspurred
[Henry listens to Maketh, then gives a small, thoughtful nod.]

Ah... that is good. [More than good — a modicum of peace for his troubled sister.] May God rest their souls.

Date: 2017-07-11 01:20 pm (UTC)
hotspurred: (strangled lungs)
From: [personal profile] hotspurred
[Henry tips his head back, silent for a moment. Maybe. Maybe.

If nothing else, he is weary to the bone of dishonouring Iamarl's memory. He is done.

And what is a Percy without hope? Esperance.]


So we shall be, sister.

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