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IT’S NOT A PLEA TYPICALLY EXCHANGED, for obvious reason. ( Don’t make me watch them hurt you. Don’t martyr yourself for people who do not deserve it. ) But it escapes like the tide faster than she can draw it in, beyond the scope of her abilities to even try to. He says please as if he’s asking her to try to anyway; he says please as if she could ever stand idly by while some threat lingers near him.
( Then again, she requested he turn away as if she has ever seen him do that since taking the throne. )
Large hands shift from her face, finding hers at the ready when they fall away. Waiting with a kiss, lips pressed tight to a calloused knuckle. A debate he’s already won circles back with the change of circumstances. “ And we’re enduring it again. ” Fingers grip tight, a too-quickly moving mind only heading closer to him. “ What if they want concessions to even have the conversation? You know Atlantis deals in certainties, you know how the council thinks. ——- They’ll want more protection, do you think the surface will take kindly to that? And they’ll obviously want an heir to guarantee a future, are you prepared for that? ”
