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Deep down. Celine had realized it, but she'd tried not to think about it. And now all she wanted to do was to feel safe, even if, in the end, they had to pay the priestesses of Hera to be quiet, like she'd suggested.
She'd have to see what Max would think of how easily they could, and perhaps how much money he thought it would take to do so.
She was tempted to tell him to go to the temple of Hera right now in the middle of the night, where they would possibly not be seen. She was far too anxious to think about sleeping anyway. Yet, amid her worry, there was a silver lining, even if it was a minuscule one.
She would have to find out what caused the fire in order to feel safe once and for all, she knew. But now, her sacrifice did not outweigh his, because battling with her memories was still difficult after all these years. It wasn't that Celine was a glutton for punishment, but she had been at least subconsciously taught to view herself as insignificant. A middle child, the oldest of the youngest, if one put it that way, and one with whom most of her siblings did not share common interests. And as Max had pointed out, she could not inherit above Andreas, Evander, or even Telemachus, who was younger than she was, all because of gender. She had put her life on hold for her sister all these years, to an extent, and now the life she really wanted might be able to begin, but at what cost?
But she had him. She didn't know what she'd done to deserve that, let alone to have him want to stay with her. but it was enough. And as broken as she was, took comfort in knowing she was his.
They'd made love so many times in so many ways over the last few days. Considering that for once in the past three or four days she wasn't having a nightmare, maybe she ought to let him sleep, if he even was- it was dark, and she couldn't really tell by his breathing, either. But she took some comfort in just sitting up in the tent and watching him. In their own ways, they needed each other, and now they were together....
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They'd have to stay in Taengea.
At least for now.
Deep down. Celine had realized it, but she'd tried not to think about it. And now all she wanted to do was to feel safe, even if, in the end, they had to pay the priestesses of Hera to be quiet, like she'd suggested.
She'd have to see what Max would think of how easily they could, and perhaps how much money he thought it would take to do so.
She was tempted to tell him to go to the temple of Hera right now in the middle of the night, where they would possibly not be seen. She was far too anxious to think about sleeping anyway. Yet, amid her worry, there was a silver lining, even if it was a minuscule one.
She would have to find out what caused the fire in order to feel safe once and for all, she knew. But now, her sacrifice did not outweigh his, because battling with her memories was still difficult after all these years. It wasn't that Celine was a glutton for punishment, but she had been at least subconsciously taught to view herself as insignificant. A middle child, the oldest of the youngest, if one put it that way, and one with whom most of her siblings did not share common interests. And as Max had pointed out, she could not inherit above Andreas, Evander, or even Telemachus, who was younger than she was, all because of gender. She had put her life on hold for her sister all these years, to an extent, and now the life she really wanted might be able to begin, but at what cost?
But she had him. She didn't know what she'd done to deserve that, let alone to have him want to stay with her. but it was enough. And as broken as she was, took comfort in knowing she was his.
They'd made love so many times in so many ways over the last few days. Considering that for once in the past three or four days she wasn't having a nightmare, maybe she ought to let him sleep, if he even was- it was dark, and she couldn't really tell by his breathing, either. But she took some comfort in just sitting up in the tent and watching him. In their own ways, they needed each other, and now they were together....
They'd have to stay in Taengea.
At least for now.
Deep down. Celine had realized it, but she'd tried not to think about it. And now all she wanted to do was to feel safe, even if, in the end, they had to pay the priestesses of Hera to be quiet, like she'd suggested.
She'd have to see what Max would think of how easily they could, and perhaps how much money he thought it would take to do so.
She was tempted to tell him to go to the temple of Hera right now in the middle of the night, where they would possibly not be seen. She was far too anxious to think about sleeping anyway. Yet, amid her worry, there was a silver lining, even if it was a minuscule one.
She would have to find out what caused the fire in order to feel safe once and for all, she knew. But now, her sacrifice did not outweigh his, because battling with her memories was still difficult after all these years. It wasn't that Celine was a glutton for punishment, but she had been at least subconsciously taught to view herself as insignificant. A middle child, the oldest of the youngest, if one put it that way, and one with whom most of her siblings did not share common interests. And as Max had pointed out, she could not inherit above Andreas, Evander, or even Telemachus, who was younger than she was, all because of gender. She had put her life on hold for her sister all these years, to an extent, and now the life she really wanted might be able to begin, but at what cost?
But she had him. She didn't know what she'd done to deserve that, let alone to have him want to stay with her. but it was enough. And as broken as she was, took comfort in knowing she was his.
They'd made love so many times in so many ways over the last few days. Considering that for once in the past three or four days she wasn't having a nightmare, maybe she ought to let him sleep, if he even was- it was dark, and she couldn't really tell by his breathing, either. But she took some comfort in just sitting up in the tent and watching him. In their own ways, they needed each other, and now they were together....