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Tress was an old hand at waiting. She'd waited for Charlie for more than a year once. Having to do it twice was somewhat disheartening at times, but the mansion kind of had more to offer than the Rock had. (Not quite as much as the spore seas, but... nothing ever would.)

The first time she waited, she was the one to go out and fix it herself. (With help.)

This time, though... sometimes waiting apparently works.

There's a flash of red out of the corner of her eye as she passes a lounge. But that's not the important part. She's clearly on her way to the kitchen to cook her heart out. Charlie's here now. Tress is ecstatic.

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Date: 2024-09-05 10:59 pm (UTC)
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"Worry them. Believe me," he laughs, "if I believed worrying them would decrease your chances of survival, I'd dissuade you. If I thought she had some power to infect people through concern, then it would be best to bear this on your own -- or with me. I'd stay with you as long as you needed me. But I think their worry is your strength. We all care about you."

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Date: 2024-09-06 04:09 pm (UTC)
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Beneath the fierce, protective fury, beneath the aching sadness and uncertainty, beneath the fears about what the future will hold and whether their best chance at taking down Aornis will also be their last, what Claudius feels foremost is pride.

How do you do this all the time? he remembers asking. (A real memory, with a ring of truth, with the scratch of Sagramore's stubble and the brush of his hand.)

Well, what have I got to lose?

"I love thee," he says. "Thou art the niece I never had ... and whatsoever thou dost, I know thou wilt make me proud. Be safe."

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Date: 2024-09-07 01:25 am (UTC)
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That I love you too keeps on a guttering light in Claudius's chest, suddenly swelling with hope. He kisses Tress's forehead, and lets her go.

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Date: 2024-09-07 03:21 pm (UTC)
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"Am I not always?" Claudius manages a smile. "No, thou needst not answer. What can I do for thee, between now and then? In what ways can I support thee?"

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Date: 2024-09-07 09:19 pm (UTC)
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"Thou know'st what a gossip I am. I'll keep an eye and an ear, I promise thee."

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