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[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ is currently residing in his room, busily stitching up what seems to be one of robert's torn cloaks. the maids had pleaded earlier to allow them to do it for him, yet he was persistent to do it himself. after all, it was the least he could do for him, considering the events that had come to pass between them as of late.

the thought prompts him to stop and press the material against his lips, a silent symbol of his affection. he doesn't linger, however, quickly going back to work while humming some unknown tune to balance out the silence of the early afternoon. ]

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[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

Is it now?

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ looks away, pretending to be interested in the cloak again. ]

Perhaps.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ takes a seat next to him, deciding to relax while they still have time. ]

. . . do you enjoy sewing?

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

... yes. [ lifts a hand to stroke at the material once with a few fingers. ] It is a useful skill, and it helps pass the time.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't speak for a while, & when he does, it's with a subdued tone. ]

What else do you enjoy?

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[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ looks down at his lap, seemingly in deep thought. ]

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ eventually turns back to robert, touching his face gently with one of his hands. ]

Spending time with you.

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[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

. . .

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head into the touch before turning it to give the palm of annabelle's hand with a light kiss. ]

And I, with you.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

...

[ frowns slightly, if only because the tightening, ominous feeling in his chest. slides down from his perch, seating himself in front of robert. doesn't hesitate in bringing his other hand to his face, cupping it. ]

Will you have to leave again soon?

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[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ eyes lower briefly downward against his volition before coming back up. raises one of his hands to curl his fingers into annabelle's, entwining them. ]

. . . you've always managed to read me well.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

But as of yet, I do not know when. Not the exact date.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ opens his mouth, closing it when he realizes that he has too many questions to voice. instead he asks the most important one: ]

... will you tell me before you take your leave?

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head a bit in amusement. ]

Have I ever not?

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

You have. However, this...

[ feels different, is what he means to say, but keeps it down in favor of leaning forward to rest against him. ]

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ blinks a little at the sudden contact, but loops his arms around annabelle regardless. buries his face into soft hair in habit, breathing out quietly. ]

I will come back to you. As I always do.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ curls his fingers around their hold on robert's tunic, murmuring quietly: ]

Do you promise?

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ holds him closer. ]

I give you my word.

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[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ gives only a small sound of acknowledgment, keeping to the silence. ]

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ and then, suddenly: ]

May we stay like this for a while longer? I just... want to feel you.

[sauvegarder.livejournal.com]

[ gives the top of his brother's head a small kiss in the form of immediate reply. then his hold loosens into something more comfortable as he settles himself into their current positions, simply feeling the warmth of annabelle's body. ]

As long as you need.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ lips twitch up into a content smile at his words, shifting only slightly to accommodate them both. feels like there are many things that need to be said, all of which will be forever unspoken.

the only thing he bravely utters is a soft "thank you" before closing his eyes and inhaling his scent, content with the fact that robert is there with him. though the lingering feeling of worry still makes him falter in this happiness, feeling as though this would be the very last time he would be held by his brother. ]