The garden still looked as beautiful as ever as he walked through with Claira. Black spots were covering some of his vision, but he ignored it, as he sat on the bench. "At least the garden survived," Xavier laughed. He was worried that he would have some permanent damage to his shoulder. "Why don't you sit?"
"I'm okay," Claira said, grabbing the branch of a large tree and swinging herself onto it.
"Is something on your mind?" She seemed a bit different, maybe it was because of what happened. He hoped he didn't do anything wrong. "You can always talk to me."
"Nah, not really," Claira said, looking up at the dark sky. "The whole thing just… Reminded me of Georgie."
(Da hEcK is Georgie)
(If it isn't my favorite shipper :) Read Claira's template :P)
"Georgie?" Xavier had no idea who that was, but they sounded important to Claira. Pain shot through Xavier's shoulder and he winced, but made sure it was quiet. Damn it! I'll have to get it checked in a bit.
(Oh)
Claira saw him wince, but ignored him. If it hurt too bad, he would tell her. "Yeah. Georgie."
(I love them ack)
"They sound important." He looked up at her in the tree, she made climbing trees look so easy. "Awe, man, why did this have to happen. I barely got to dance with you." He grinned. Xavier wasn't about to let a situation like this bring him down.
"Georgie was important, yes. My mom. Pretty much. You see," Claire hesitated, "my parents showed up at the palace one day with me when I was a week old and gave me to a maid. Pushed me into her hands, forced me upon her. . . The maid– Georgie– went straight to the queen.
"They searched for my parents, but. . . I don't know if they left to another land, or if they died, but. . . They were gone. Off the radar. He was an author, my father. The queen would always tell me she would give me one of his books when I was older, old enough to understand. But as I grew up. . . I wanted less and less to know him.
"Georgie took care of me all my life. Granted, my entire life was spent preparing to be the queen's assistant, as that was the absolute best role she could offer me, but. . .
"The attack last year. You remember. The broke the windows in the maids quarters, killed 10 of them. Forced the others to show them where everyone was. Killed 18 civilians, nine more maids, and Sir Isaac. I'm sure you remember him. I got away, but. . . Georgie was the first one they killed."
"Claira, can you come down from there." Xavier stood and walked over to the tree. He wanted to offer to help her down, with only one arm it might be a little difficult. "Please."
"Why? It's nice up here," she said, gracefully standing up and swinging onto a higher branch.
"You." He let out a grunt and used his one arm to pull him up into the tree. I can't believe I'm doing this! Maybe Isobel was right, and in just a complete idiot. "You are such a handful, you know that?" I won't be able to keep climbing with just my right arm. He held onto the branch Claira was on and pulled himself up, trying to ignore the pain.
(watching Volpina and hating her with a flare of rage I never knew I had)
"A handful?" Claira pretended to ponder this for a moment. "Yes, that sounds about right. Lucky for you, I'm not your handful– you don't have to take care of me."
(do you watch miraculous)
(Heavens no, child)
(it's the best thing)
(I'M GOING TO CROSS COUNTRY IN NEW RUNNING SHOES I GOT LAST NIGHT AND I'M SO FRICKING EXCITED THAT I CAN'T EVEN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
THIS IS GONNA BE SUCH A GREAT RUN
AUGHGH AJFA;AJG A ;JL
LOVE Y'ALL
BYEEE
DISAPPEARS INTO A CLOUD OF SMOKE)
"You're right." He sat next to her. "I don't have too." The sun was going down and it looked even better from up here. "I want to take care of you, and I would love to have a handful like you. You keep me on my toes." He nudged her. The orange light from the sun looked perfect on her with her hair a bit of a mess and her dress didn't look like it did when they were dancing. But, he loved this side of her even more.
(I'm terrible at running more than 50 feet. I can go super fast for a short amount of time, but my endurance? Heck no. Kinda like a cheeta.)
(SORRY I'M BACK)
Elisabeth looked up. Damn. "Yes, I know perfectly well who I am talking to, thank you. Now, if you'll just let me through…"
Andion blocked her path, “Where are you headed in such a rush?”