[ Lucrezia was always the different one of the Borgia children. Cesare was too solemn, Juan too smug and Lucrezia - open and smiling and charming to nearly everyone who came in contact with her. Careful with you affections, sis Cesare would warn with his little knowing smiles, don't let it be wasted on the undeserving.
She was too quick to give it, it would say. it placed her in danger of heartache but Lucrezia had not yet grown too think of it as such. The ones who have her affection are, to her, worthy of it. Those she gives her love to are more rare but those she would never leave and oft they are dangerous. History remembers her brother's hands as bloodied, Robb Stark had cut down many men in his battles - if she loves the edge then she's unaware of it. All she knows she is not afraid of either, she's not afraid of Sirius, either.
She's afraid for him because she loves him, of course she does, it would be silly to pretend she doesn't. She's afraid that one day the empty look in his eyes shall linger and his smiles will become fewer and it would be the ship's greatest victory and Lucrezia -
Lucrezia, like a true to form Borgia would spill blood, would have heads rolling before she allows this to happen. He's hurting she realizes and it's not something she can expel entirely, it's something she can ease.
(he had forbidden her to be sad without him, she might as well forbid him to do the same)
he doesn't pull his hand back which is a comfort. She doesn't pull him towards her, instead she steps closer, moves her other hand to rest against his cheek and presses into a sort of an embrace. ]
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She was too quick to give it, it would say. it placed her in danger of heartache but Lucrezia had not yet grown too think of it as such. The ones who have her affection are, to her, worthy of it. Those she gives her love to are more rare but those she would never leave and oft they are dangerous. History remembers her brother's hands as bloodied, Robb Stark had cut down many men in his battles - if she loves the edge then she's unaware of it. All she knows she is not afraid of either, she's not afraid of Sirius, either.
She's afraid for him because she loves him, of course she does, it would be silly to pretend she doesn't. She's afraid that one day the empty look in his eyes shall linger and his smiles will become fewer and it would be the ship's greatest victory and Lucrezia -
Lucrezia, like a true to form Borgia would spill blood, would have heads rolling before she allows this to happen. He's hurting she realizes and it's not something she can expel entirely, it's something she can ease.
(he had forbidden her to be sad without him, she might as well forbid him to do the same)
he doesn't pull his hand back which is a comfort. She doesn't pull him towards her, instead she steps closer, moves her other hand to rest against his cheek and presses into a sort of an embrace. ]
I'll stay with you here. Or we'll leave.
[ one way or another, there is a 'we' here. ]