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Jennifer's head and heart are full of memories as she and Matt return to the city from Aideen's grave. You bring your own history to this hour, everything you have lived. You bring Kevin here within you, and you bring Rakoth, who you survived Matt had told her. It need not be now as it has been before!
And Leila's words, in the Temple. Grant him release.
Maybe -- maybe--
When they reach Paras Derval, Jennifer takes her leave of Matt, who gives her a kind look out of his one eye. Then she turns and walks through the bright colors of the palace to Arthur's room, not sure what she'll say or do.
There's no response to her light knock, and she finds the room empty when she opens the door. Of course -- Arthur is in council with Aileron and Loren and Paul and all the others. Closing the door behind her, she moves to the window to wait.
And Leila's words, in the Temple. Grant him release.
Maybe -- maybe--
When they reach Paras Derval, Jennifer takes her leave of Matt, who gives her a kind look out of his one eye. Then she turns and walks through the bright colors of the palace to Arthur's room, not sure what she'll say or do.
There's no response to her light knock, and she finds the room empty when she opens the door. Of course -- Arthur is in council with Aileron and Loren and Paul and all the others. Closing the door behind her, she moves to the window to wait.
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Date: 2007-02-11 08:37 am (UTC)(Thrice enough to fill Prydwen, we went into it;
Except seven, none returned from Caer Sidi.)
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Date: 2007-02-11 08:42 am (UTC)"Oh, my love," she starts, voice breaking. "I need you to forgive me for so much. I am afraid--"
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Date: 2007-02-11 09:01 am (UTC)Before Guinevere can finish the sentence, Arthur has knelt before her, buried his head in the folds of her gown. "My very dear. My golden Guinevere. Of course, love, of course, I am here..."
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Date: 2007-02-11 09:14 am (UTC)It's all she can manage -- touch is suddenly much, much more important, a pleasure after only enduring it for months. Her hands are holding him close, running through his hair, lifting his face so that she can look at him and kiss him.
She's shaking, so much that she feels sure she would fall if he weren't there.
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Date: 2007-02-11 09:26 am (UTC)He kisses her back, then takes a breath. It has been a very long time, in all of his lives. "Are you sure, Guinevere?"
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Date: 2007-02-11 07:44 pm (UTC)"Please."
Another kiss. "Oh, please, love."
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Date: 2007-02-12 11:42 pm (UTC)***
"My love," he says at last, when the sun has sunk lower. "Is all well?"
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Date: 2007-02-12 11:43 pm (UTC)After a moment, she replies quietly, "Now, yes, I think."
The darkness of Starkadh is gone, the two of them are together, and she can feel his heartbeat. And those -- those are very good.
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Date: 2007-02-13 12:51 am (UTC)"The swan brought him tidings of a Cauldron when--"
She stops, takes a deep breath, relaxes. The memory hurts, but she can move past it, instead of simply holding it away.
"Can he still use it?"
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Date: 2007-02-15 02:20 am (UTC)"I see."
She can feel all the griefs settling on her again at this -- to have found him, and to have to say goodbye again so soon . . .
Reaching out, she takes his hand.
"Arthur --
(I had not thought to ever see you off from the castle gates again)
you must come back to me. What I told you before is true: there is no Lancelot here."
She brushes a kiss against his palm, then presses his hand against her cheek.
"It has changed."
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Date: 2007-02-15 11:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-15 04:53 pm (UTC)"Yes -- I went there, a time or two, with Kim and Paul."
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Date: 2007-02-19 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-20 01:44 am (UTC)Her focus on Arthur is very sharp, now.
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Date: 2007-02-26 01:01 am (UTC)Arthur strokes her bare shoulder and then slides backward so he can watch her face.
"I do not know what you will think of this, Guinevere. But because Kim met Bran ap Arthur at Milliways, when it came time for her to summon me, she did not only summon the Arthur you know. She called Bran's father also, and I am he as well.
"Did you see my son, Guinevere?"
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Date: 2007-02-26 05:55 am (UTC)She reaches out to touch his face, tracing the line of cheekbone and jaw.
"Then you're -- you are him," she says slowly, "and you, both, just as I am Guinevere and Jennifer."
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Date: 2007-02-27 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-09 06:33 am (UTC)But all she sees, of course, are those familiar, star-filled eyes.
"So they do," she murmurs, and leans forward to kiss him lightly.
Quiet -- "I wish you did not have to leave."
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Date: 2007-03-09 07:06 am (UTC)One of those shadows might, to very discerning eyes, appear man-shaped.
But no--it is only a trick of perspective.
Or so Galadan would have any watchers believe. He is far, far too aware of who it is that he is watching to desire any possibility of interruption.
Some chances must always be taken, and the risk here seems already to have been well worth it.
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Date: 2007-03-09 07:28 am (UTC)(It is safe to say that Arthur is not looking out the window. There have been better things for him to look at all afternoon.)
Arthur remembers how the other Guinevere
gripped his hands and held him still:
"I had not thought to ever see you off from the castle gates again.."
He cannot speak of her to this (Jennifer) Guinevere. Instead, he says, "You have always been brave, my love. Hold here for me, as my son Bran holds my kingdom elsewhere."
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Date: 2007-03-09 07:37 am (UTC)She understands putting trust in a son.
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Date: 2007-03-09 07:48 am (UTC)Arthur turns his head away, towards the window; he is staring into his memories, and if the shadows are stranger than usual, he does not notice.
"But Bran chose mortality years ago, and the burden he has taken on would be heavy even if he were a lord of the High Magic."
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Date: 2007-03-16 06:22 am (UTC)"I only spoke with him briefly," she says slowly, "but he was . . . he is very strong, I think. He is your son."
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Date: 2007-03-27 06:55 am (UTC)Arthur cannot bear to hurt the woman beside him, her golden hair radiant in the low sunlight. He loves her far too well -- with all of himself, he realizes. She is proud and fair, and she gave herself to him today. Arthur must lose her, soon, to the fate they share and to another doom even greater. The King of the Summer Country must return to the Summer Country, to the cold, dark-haired queen whom he has not even kissed since before Bran was born.
Arthur draws Guinevere to himself and kisses her again, desperately. There will be few enough chances later.
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Date: 2007-03-28 04:56 am (UTC)He has learned quite a bit today, and all of it will be immensely useful.
Even this last intimacy.
All things may be made into weapons, in time.
All things.