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descendantofgirion:

"I care not. And I will hear no more on the subject," Bard spoke firmly, taking the heavy sack from his wife. "You are my wife - my very pregnant wife - and I will not have you carrying around a twenty-five pound sack of flour through a town which stands upon wooden pillars.”

Mathilde pursed her lips together, but didn't resist him when he took the sack of flour away from her. Hands falling to her sides, she sighed and shook her head, "I have managed more when you are away on the lake. But, very well, if you are so intent upon your orders, then I will go silent." Tucking her hair behind her ear, she glanced back up at him, "You worry far too much, darling."

#descendantofgirion #v: feels like forever #aw yesss #x3

"You're being ridiculous, you realize."

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descendantofgirion replied to your post:/whistles all innocent like

{ ALL THE TEARS }

hallo darling c: <3

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ITS MAGIC *MAKES JAZZ HANDS*

.... uh huh. watevaaaa.

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sonofthearrow replied to your post:sonofthearrow replied to your post:/whistles all...

*grins*

thIS REALLY WEIRD I AM TALKING TO YOU IN TWO PLACES

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sonofthearrow replied to your post:/whistles all innocent like

*tackles you down*

ooP WELL HELLO THERE

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gonowandspeedwell:

The expression on his face softened, no longer looking so goofy and playfully anymore. “I’ll keep that in mind. Next time I’ll let you sleep in.” He promised. Shifting a little he toyed with the blankets around them. Bard had eaten downstairs while he was making breakfast so everything on that tray, minus the extra glass of juice was for her.

"Whatever you want." He echoed as he tilted his head and gave her a questioning look. He contemplated on answering her question with ‘spend time with you of course’ but that would lead to a rather roundabout conversation wouldn’t it? "I could show you around the Capitol if you want. Or we could just stay here…watch television." It probably would have sounded boring to an outsider but they had spent days together out at sea with nothing but each other’s company and Bard had come to learn that that was hardly boring.

"It's alright, really. I just haven't slept that well in a while." She didn't remember deciding she was going to say that aloud, and her lips pursed immediately afterwards. Oh well. To keep herself busy, she just picked up a piece of toast and started to at least try to eat, even if she wasn't particularly hungry.

Matilda immediately wrinkled her nose and she shook her head, "I'd rather not deal with the Capitol." Shaking her head, she just lapsed into silence and continued to eat. She didn't know what she wanted to do, and having the choice was a little ... overwhelming. What she did know is that she didn't want to enter the Capitol (ever again, to be honest.) "I don't really care what we do."

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gonowandspeedwell:

"There you go bursting my bubble." He was still joking, not looking upset in the least as he watched her sit up. Bard moved to get the tray, still acting very much like an eager puppy. The pout was gone really, he couldn’t even maintain a fake one with her around.

"You can go right back to sleep after breakfast." He suggested, putting the tray in a way that would make it easy for her to eat. "In fact, we can do whatever you want really." He had nothing scheduled today. It was one of the perks of being the President’s nephew. Bard didn’t have to work unless he felt like it.

"Awww, I'm sorry." She fought the smile, but lost almost immediately. Ducking her head and running a hand through sleep tousled hair, she shrugged a shoulder. "I did not mean to burst your bubble, darling. But that's what you get for waking people up when they're sleeping so well." Not that she was going to mention what her nights were normally like. She just hoped the night terrors stayed away. Those would be hard to explain.

Dark eyes moved to look at him before looking down at the food, "Whatever I want?" The question was posed with a small smile. She never got to do whatever she wanted, or been told she could do whatever she wanted. Not since winning. (She was still trying to figure out what exactly she won.) "Ah, well... what do you want to do?"

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gonowandspeedwell:

"I think you’ve just hurt the toast’s feelings. Poor toast." Bard replied, knowing that he was being silly and not caring in the slightest bit. She seemed to be curling up tighter under the blankets and he kept the arm he had around her form loose so that she wouldn’t get stifled under there.

"Call it an educated guess?" Bard on the other hand had always been encouraged to wear his emotions on his sleeve, especially when that emotion was happiness. He had that in spades now as he turned a wide, cheeky grin on her. "Just looking after your well being Matilda and besides, Here the cheekiness grew into something of a pleading puppy dog expression. “I cooked everything myself.”

"I don't think bread has feelings, Bard." She huffed and rolled her eyes. So, sleep wasn't going to happen anymore. Matilda yawned again before sitting up and rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands. "Fine, fine. I'm up." Stretching, she resisted the urge to lay back down.

"You win." She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs with a sigh. "Just stop pouting. It's unbecoming."

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gonowandspeedwell:

Her less then enthusiastic response to his announcement was only met with a look of amusement from Bard. He even smiled indulgently too as he settled the tray on the nightstand next to the bed. “But your toast will get cold.” He said, though this time employing softer tones. Slowly he got back into bed, laying on top of the covers as he curled his body around the lump that was Matilda.

"And you’re going to be grumpy on an empty stomach. I just know it." Bard voiced, continuing to tease.

"Don't care. Toast is dumb. Sleep is better." Of course, her voice was muffled by both the pillow and blanket over head. Yawning, she curled up tighter and thought about scooting away to continue to seem grumpy, but the idea that she could actually fall out of the bed was enough to keep her where she was.

"You don't know that. I'm always perfectly polite and wonderful. Never ever grumpy." She wasn't exactly allowed to be grumpy at any rate. Not that it really mattered now, but habits were habits. Huffing, she pulled the blanket down enough that her eyes were visible. "You're insufferable."

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gonowandspeedwell:

Walking on sunshine. It was a term that Bard had heard and dismissed often enough. Up until a couple of days ago it was just a frivolous catch phrase; now it was practically the state in which Bard lived in. He whistled softly, a jaunty tune, as he climbed up the stairs. Breakfast in bed was a little cliched but it would offered a measure of privacy.

He opened the door of his room, their room now he supposed, and grinned when he saw the reason for his good mood. If anyone else had been able to see the expression on his face they would have said he was hopelessly smitten. Before or after they rolled their eyes was anyone’s guess though.

"Breakfast!" He announced as he brought the tray over. "Wake up sleepy head."

She hadn't slept so comfortably in years. Or so deeply, to be honest. Not since before her Games. Probably long before. Before she knew what the Games were and what they meant. That was probably the last night of sound sleep she got. And after? There was no chance. None at all.

But, this was the best sleep she had in a while.

Which is precisely why she whined when he walked in the room and decided to talk really loudly. Pulling the blankets over her head, Matilda huffed and buried her face into the pillow. "Too early. Come back later."

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gonowandspeedwell replied to your post:/sneaks on

//Hiiiiii XD XD

like you're so SURPRISED

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I hate to do this, but this blog is going on hiatus until further notice. That is not to say that I won’t be on, it’s saying I won’t be on as often as required to be considered fully “active”. I am the absolute WORST when it comes to juggling blogs I want to be on, and I have to go where the muse is strongest. I am not leaving. I will be on, but I will only be responding to threads where the muse is the strongest. (If this is not your thread, I’m sorry. I’m doing what’s good for me, but you can always come to me for plotting.) This will be put on a queue to keep you guys updated.

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I hate to do this, but this blog is going on hiatus until further notice. That is not to say that I won’t be on, it’s saying I won’t be on as often as required to be considered fully “active”. I am the absolute WORST when it comes to juggling blogs I want to be on, and I have to go where the muse is strongest. I am not leaving. I will be on, but I will only be responding to threads where the muse is the strongest. (If this is not your thread, I’m sorry. I’m doing what’s good for me, but you can always come to me for plotting.) This will be put on a queue to keep you guys updated.

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I hate to do this, but this blog is going on hiatus until further notice. That is not to say that I won’t be on, it’s saying I won’t be on as often as required to be considered fully “active”. I am the absolute WORST when it comes to juggling blogs I want to be on, and I have to go where the muse is strongest. I am not leaving. I will be on, but I will only be responding to threads where the muse is the strongest. (If this is not your thread, I’m sorry. I’m doing what’s good for me, but you can always come to me for plotting.) This will be put on a queue to keep you guys updated.

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