October 3, 2004
“Give me… four years.” Arnbjorg and Jaya were studiously avoiding each other’s glances, holding their mocha lattes and watching the steam. “Four years, until I’m done with school. I know, the extra year…”
“I can wait for another year. Especially with the kids.”
“I’ll know by then.”
“I hope so.”
October 3, 2013
“Xandro, we have to go.” Jamian handed another duffle to his oldest child. “Here, Dom. Food, clothes.”
Dom and Xandro’s objections rode over each other; they both stopped; Jamian sighed. He tried again. “Xandro. Bathroom. Dom. Food. It’s not safe anymore.”
It might not ever be safe again.
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“…He needs someone to protect him.”
“And you think that that should be me?”
“I think it probably shouldn’t be me. And you need someone who isn’t me.”
“You don’t get to decide what I need anymore.”
From Kuro_Neko’s commissioned continuation of the Ceinwen-and-Thorburn-in-Year10 story
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