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what a silly question. She loves him — she worships him. She thinks he’s crazy and careless with himself, a wild dizzying genius who sometimes doesn’t even notice whom he sweeps up in his fits of brilliance, and sometimes she looks at him and he’s just her whole world. Even when he’s making her nuts with his little habits she loves those too because they’re part of who he is. No matter what happens, even if they part, she will carry on loving him.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Please don’t give him ideas,” Summer pleaded. “Serfs cannot become knights.” She looked down at their hands, linked together by Laurence’s determination, and the colour in her cheeks spread to her throat. “He hasn’t learned how cruel the world can be,” she murmured. “Or that sometimes, one must do what is best for someone despite their protestations.”

“He could if I put in a good word for him, surely? We need people like him — strong and valiant, putting others’ safety and well-being before his own…” Sir Isaac smiled tenderly at the boy, before seeming to finally notice that they were holding hands, a slight blush staining across his cheeks. “Maybe we should try and keep him innocent for as long as possible, then? Perhaps we should not let him see his sister die due to her own stubborn nature and a grudge from Sir Stumpy.”

A startled laugh escaped Summer before she smothered it. “Where are you from, that serfs can rise to become knights and whole villages be moved for the safety of one person?” She tried to withdraw her hand from his. “If I give myself to Sir Kit, no one else will be hurt. He has promised me that. Please, my lord, you must understand.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Laurence, stop that,” Summer scolded, trying to pry the child’s hand away. She made the mistake of looking into Sir Isaac’s face, and color flared in her cheeks.

The boy continued to say, “fix it,” and, abandoning his efforts to pull Sir Isaac over to Summer, started trying to put their hands together.

“I don’t mind — he’s only trying to look out for his older sister, that’s all. You would make a very good Knight someday, Laurence, if you were willing to think that far ahead,” he praised the small boy, before smiling tenderly at Summer’s complexion, thinking how the blush made her look even more radiant.

”Summer…do I have your permission to ‘fix it’? It seems that a certain someone is quite determined to have his way.” Sir Isaac shrugged and allowed the boy to dictate his movements.

“Please don’t give him ideas,” Summer pleaded. “Serfs cannot become knights.” She looked down at their hands, linked together by Laurence’s determination, and the colour in her cheeks spread to her throat. “He hasn’t learned how cruel the world can be,” she murmured. “Or that sometimes, one must do what is best for someone despite their protestations.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“My lord, you were right. If I allow you to take me away, he will only punish those I love.” She wavered slightly, and Laurence clung to her ankles.

“You promised mamma,” he whimpered again. “You promised!”

The resolve slid from her face, looking down at him. Helplessly, she put her hand on his head. “Laurence, Sir Kit will make sure you are all taken care of,” she said, though there was little force behind her words. “He promised.”

“No, no!” the boy shrieked. “Don’t go with the bad man!” Abandoning her ankles, he ran over to Sir Isaac, grabbed the knight’s hand, and pulled, trying to drag him over to Summer. “Fix it,” he insisted.

“But if I leave you here, then you’ll all die, and I can assure you that it won’t be quick and painless!” Sir Isaac burst out with obvious frustration, running his shaking fingers through his tousled curls as he shook his head. “Please…please let me stay then, if you refuse to come with?”

He didn’t like any of the scenarios spread out before him, but he needed to find a way that minimised death and destruction, where possible. Sir Kit might be injured, but he had powerful contacts, one who would be searching for Sir Isaac too now. “I’m trying…” he murmured to the child, gazing at him sadly, “But if she refuses, I can hardly force her now, can I?”

“Laurence, stop that,” Summer scolded, trying to pry the child’s hand away. She made the mistake of looking into Sir Isaac’s face, and color flared in her cheeks.

The boy continued to say, “fix it,” and, abandoning his efforts to pull Sir Isaac over to Summer, started trying to put their hands together.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

But Summer shook her head at him. “You cannot take the whole village. And if you could, what of the other villages? Would you try to save them all? Lord Argent is a harsh master, and his son is cruel, but he owns these lands, to do with as he wills.”

Gently, she put Laurence aside, and rose to her feet. She shook out her skirts and patted her hair, flaming down her back like some kind of burning river. Her expression firmed, determination marking her features. “You should go, my lord. He will return, and I’ll give him what he wants.”

Laurence set up a fresh howl at her words.

Sir Isaac’s jaw dropped, his expression one of mixed indignation and awe, and he gazed at her helplessly. “Wait…you’re actually being serious here? Miss, I’m afraid I can’t follow your orders — for one thing, a good Knight never walks away when the prospect of danger is imminent,” he stated and sat up straight, fixing her with a pointed glance.

“Please don’t call me th—” he began, only to be interrupted by an agonising wail escaping from the small boy and he cringed, only wanting to help. He didn’t know which wishes to follow. “Please…it would be in your best interests to come with me, Summer.”

“My lord, you were right. If I allow you to take me away, he will only punish those I love.” She wavered slightly, and Laurence clung to her ankles.

“You promised mamma,” he whimpered again. “You promised!”

The resolve slid from her face, looking down at him. Helplessly, she put her hand on his head. “Laurence, Sir Kit will make sure you are all taken care of,” she said, though there was little force behind her words. “He promised.”

“No, no!” the boy shrieked. “Don’t go with the bad man!” Abandoning her ankles, he ran over to Sir Isaac, grabbed the knight’s hand, and pulled, trying to drag him over to Summer. “Fix it,” he insisted.