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Antigone Grace Winchester - Princess of Troy ([info]antigone_grace) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2011-05-20 16:31:00

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Entry tags:antigone grace, sam winchester

Who: Anne & Sam Winchester
What: A discussion.
Where: The Palace at Troy
Warnings: Severely hurt feelings all around.



It was, of course, a beautiful day at the Palace. Anne was, naturally, sitting in the ancient rocking chair near the open balcony as wind blew up from the ocean. She held her oldest child, her perfect son, as her new daughter lay sleeping in her crib not ten feet away while the nurse sat in the chair next to the crib to watch over her. A guard stood in the corner of the room in case of a threat and two more waited outside to keep anyone from disturbing the Queen while she was with her children.

"One day, this will all be yours, Aidan," she said soothingly as they rocked back and forth. "You will be king of all ancient Troy and everyone will love and adore you."

When Sam appeared in the room, she gave him a soft smile. "Isn't that right, darling? I was just telling your son how perfect a king he will be one day."


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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-20 11:55 pm UTC (link)
Sam had walked in to pretty much one of his favorite views in all the world. Anne, with Aidan happily ensconced in her arms and his sweet baby girl sleeping like an angel in her crib. His family. He belonged to them, they belonged to him and nothing would change that. No one would disown anyone for making unpopular choices, "Sorry I wanted to go to college, Dad." or forging their own paths. So it threw him for a second when Anne spoke about Aidan in that way.

"I'm sorry, what'd you say babe?"

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[info]antigone_grace
2011-05-21 12:01 am UTC (link)
"Hmm?"

She'd been so busy cooing at her adorable son that she hadn't quite registered what Sam had said and when she did, she resumed rocking and touched Aidan's cheek and lifted her smile to Sam. "I said he was going to make the perfect king. Everyone was so excited when he was born, Sam. They adore him already and I cannot imagine there will ever be a problem here for him during his reign."

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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-21 12:14 am UTC (link)
"King?" Sam did that little shake of his head to get his hair out of his eyes that had become more of a mannerism than a need to clear his vision. "You mean, of this place. Here." He pointed to the floor. It kind of had only crossed his mind a few times, but never in a concrete way that his son was the next in line to the throne of his mother's kingdom.

Sam sat quietly in the chair next to Anne, elbows on his knees as one hand reached to smooth Aidan's soft hair forward.

"Anne, I don't about that."

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[info]antigone_grace
2011-05-21 12:24 am UTC (link)
"This place, here." Anne watched with fondness as Sam reached forward with his enormous hands to stroke his son's head, but the soft smile on her face faltered when Sam spoke. "What don't you know? I have no doubt in my mind that he'll be well-loved."

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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-21 12:32 am UTC (link)
"What if it's not what he wants?" he asked softly, trying to stay calm and keep his voice quiet. Alexandra was sleeping and Aidan was perfectly content where he was and Sam didn't want to disturb anything. "He doesn't get to choose that life, I mean. He may be well-loved but him, Aidan...what if he's miserable?"

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[info]antigone_grace
2011-05-21 12:33 am UTC (link)
"It's not something he chooses, Sam," Anne said, not sure where his sudden discontent was coming from. Her hold on Aidan tightened just a little, though, and she ran a fingertip down the bridge of his nose as his eyes closed. "It's just who he is. There is no miserable."

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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-21 12:47 am UTC (link)
"Well, why not? Why are we telling him who he has to be?" He frowned. "He doesn't know who he is just yet. What if he wants to be...a..a farmer? Or a...firefighter? Something else, besides this. Anne." he swallowed hard. "We can't choose this for him."

He had flashes of every arguement he'd had with his father going before his eyes, and he struggled to be fair and not paint his son's future with that dirty brush.

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[info]antigone_grace
2011-05-21 12:54 am UTC (link)
"Everybody wants to be a lot of things when they're younger." Her eyes never left her son's face. As he drifted off to sleep her smile faltered as if she'd just had a memory of something long past. Only then did she look up at Sam, the soft voice gone. "Eventually, we all do the things we were born to do."

It was a blunt statement and she knew it was, quite possibly, maybe little unfair to throw something in his face that he'd struggled with throughout his own life. To underscore her point, she looked him right in the eye and added, "Please stop saying 'this' as if this were a dirty place full of menial jobs involving dung."

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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-21 01:30 am UTC (link)
"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make it sound that way." His palms flattened in front of him, as if to hold off the angry goddess that was probably going to appear in a few minutes. But Sam would make this case, this fight for his son, and for his daughter- because no one had ever done it for him.

"There's no way of telling what we were all born to do. There's no way you can know that he's destined to rule here. Or her. We have to let them choose, that's what we're here for." He licked his bottom lip and motioned with a point to Aidan and to the balcony that maybe they should have this talk somewhere between themselves.

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[info]antigone_grace
2011-05-21 01:39 am UTC (link)
"He was destined to rule here simply by being born."

Taking his hint, Anne stood smoothly, the nurse immediately coming to take the boy from her to place him in the small bed on the other side of the room. Anne smiled her thanks and then turned and walked past Sam to stand on the balcony, overlooking the ocean.

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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-21 01:50 am UTC (link)
Sam rose and followed, only to take her hand in his once they were outside. The breeze took her hair, gently for a moment and he softed his tone.

"That's saying that there's no choice. He has a choice, Anne. Just like she does, like you do. Like I had to do. We have to give that to them, or else what does that make us?"

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[info]antigone_grace
2011-05-21 02:01 am UTC (link)
"A choice, Sam?" She was glad he was holding her hand because in a moment, they were standing in the middle of the city. Her head was covered in an attempt to hide her identity, but all around them milled people going around their business.

Turning, she gave the person nearest them a gracious smile and a coin from her chiton. The man took it and gave her a loaf of round bread, which she took and then walked away. "A choice. You are absolutely right, Sam. The other choice was to let all the people who had remained loyal to my mother, all the people who suffered for thousands of years because of the love she had for Paris - because of the love he had for her - just die."

She waited as three children not much older than their own toddler ran past and she smiled. "There's a choice, much like you could have stopped hunting evil things at any time, let dozens and dozens of people die. Suffer. Agony, Sam. Imagine that kind of agony on a grand scale for thousands of people for thousands of years." In another moment they were in their suite, adjoining the children, and alone. The entire trip had taken less than two minutes. "I suppose there is a choice, but only a monster walks away. Is that what you want your son to become?"

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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-21 02:24 am UTC (link)
"What if, in denying him the choice, he becomes a monster?" Sam said, not able to meet her eyes. He was thinking about Jessica at this moment, and as so, was unable to meet the warm colors of his wife's eyes and skin.

The trip into the square was dirty pool, in his opinion, because he could never make his point in the dramatic fashion that she could. "This isn't fair, Anne and you know it. I can't stand here and tell him that when he grows up, he can't be anything he wants because he's got to be king of an ancient kingdom. I won't do it. To either of them. You know why."

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[info]antigone_grace
2011-05-21 02:30 am UTC (link)
"Because your father told you that you had to hunt monsters? Because, when you refused, bad things happened?" She can feel what you feel, Sam, and it's not hard to pinpoint the reasons based on the conversation. "There is a very big difference between being King and slaughtering demons and I think you know that."

He had preyed on her jealousies and that was, in her mind, far worse than showing him a few random children. "He is firstborn and male, and that doesn't condemn him to anything. It gives him the honor of serving his people."

Her voice had become hard and she fixed him with a glare. Though her body language was still that of someone at ease, her demeanor wasn't.

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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-21 02:38 am UTC (link)
Her jealousies, he hadn't meant to stir but now that they were up, he had no choice but to barrel through.
"Of course there's a difference between them, but you're not hearing me. You're not getting it, okay? He is just a baby, just a boy. Telling him he's gotta be the leader of this city is like Azaezel standing over me and pouring his blood in my mouth so that I would become his servant...and there is, for damn sure, no honor in that." He breathed. "And we condemn him."

Sam leveled his gaze to hers, evening out his weight to both his legs.

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[info]antigone_grace
2011-05-21 02:46 am UTC (link)
"No one tells a three year old that he has to be a leader. Every child wants to be a king or a princess. A parent goes from there, teaches the fun parts first. Responsibility won't come to him for a very long time, Sam. A very long time."

Anne took a deep breath. "The fact that you just compared ruling this city to being blood controlled by your demon friend is a clear sign that you have no idea what any of this means. You're not getting it, okay?" Yes, she'd mimicked him, and rudely. "You have no respect for any of this, none of the heritage, none of the sacrifice that went into it. You want your children to do and be whatever they want? That is not how the world works. It is because you were unprepared that your precious Jessica died. Leaving your children unprepared could bring about the same consequences for them. Perhaps you ought to consider that before becoming a hippie without a care."

Her battle stance mimicked his.

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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-21 02:59 am UTC (link)
"Are you out of your mind?" It came out between his teeth. She knew all of the secrets of his heart; his doubts, his fears, his most vulnerable of places and she'd just struck him there.
"My demon *friend*?! My preci...Jesus Christ, Anne! How could y-..." He turned away from her, just for a moment before wheeling around on his heel. "I can't believe you'd hurt me like that right now, when all I'm trying to do is give OUR son the right to choose his OWN goddamn destiny without it having been decided for him before he was even born! And if you weren't so stuck up and holier than thou about this pile of rocks you rule over, maybe you'd see that." Yeah, he went there. Lashing out at her where it hurt was in the heat of the moment, but Winchesters had such a knack for that.

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[info]antigone_grace
2011-05-21 03:08 am UTC (link)
"It was decided for him before he was born." Her voice was absolute ice when she interrupted, which showed a lack of remorse for what she said. Her expression matched her tone and she didn't blink while he worked out his frustrations through words.

When he was done insulting her, she exhaled a breath she didn't need and waved a glass of ice water into existence to sip from. Immediately, Selena appeared with a tray of fruit and juice and more water. Anne didn't even acknowledge her.

"You think you have the monopoly on all things terrible in a childhood or adolescence, Samuel Winchester, and it simply isn't true." The glass disappeared as easily as it had arrived. Her voice never changed. "Very well. Your children will never have to rule over this... pile of rocks." Lifting her chin an infinitesimal amount, she added, "And you are never to come back. Go."

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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-21 03:28 am UTC (link)
His eyes narrowed. He wouldn't be dismissed by her, as if she ruled him, too. And he wasn't leaving his kids behind.

"I've never claimed a monopoly on it, and I will not be... *dismissed* like one of your servants. I'll go when I'm ready, and right now? I'm not done. If this what Aidan wants to do, then fine. I will back him up till the day I die and you have to remind him every day after that...that I supported him every step of the way. Same with Alexandra. But I won't let him be forced into it. There's a difference. You force him? You push him to do this? What happens to your plan when he walks away? Then what? Then what, Anne? Huh?"

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[info]antigone_grace
2011-05-21 03:43 am UTC (link)
She listened to his entire rant and then she smiled, utterly amused.

"You are absolutely right. You aren't a servant, you're supposed to be my husband. You're supposed to support me, too, but I think you lost sight of that somewhere on your way to the pile of rocks that was supposed to be your children's inheritance. Also, the servants would never talk the way you have, they'd sooner die than disappoint this city." She took a step closer, and raised her eyes to look at him. "Remember something, Sam. I will be the last person standing when every single one of you is gone. After you've died, he's died and even Alexandra, because I will outlive her, eventually, too. This city is what I've been condemned to, not you and not them. I've already relinquished them, you don't ever have to worry. Clearly, it's never been anything but distasteful to you and I would hate to have that be their legacy."

She had never one considered that Sam didn't love her city as much as she did and it was then that she decided that she would never relinquish control. This conversation would replay in her head forever.

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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-21 03:56 am UTC (link)
"You love this city more than anything else. Maybe you don't know it yet, but I'm well aware. It's not *distasteful* to me, as you so eloquently pointed out, I even loved to watch you here, because you're more you when you're here than anywhere else. But, then again, right now you're here. And you're being...you. So have fun being the last one standing." He coudln't handle any more of this conversation, he didn't want to hurt himself, or her, or their marriage any more tonight. He looked up to the sky for a second and went into the nursery. Sam took Aidan from his bed and held him up to his shoulder. "We'll be at home, when you're ready to..." he sighed. "We need to talk about this, clearly but...not anymore tonight. I'm taking him home. I'll see you when you're ready." He didn't point out that he was exiled from her presence here. He slowly headed for the door.

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[info]antigone_grace
2011-05-21 04:15 am UTC (link)
"Yes, Sam. You are so right, which is why I gave up every opportunity to be here when I died for your father. Did you forget that?" She watched as he went to lift their son, waving down the guard who would have stopped him if it had become necessary. As he walked toward the way home once more, she added quietly, "Watching everyone I've loved die is always a good time so being the last one standing will, of course, be... fun."

Her tone had become quiet as she realized that, not only had he not waited, he had split their family. He'd taken his son but left their daughter. Men, she mused as he reached the door. She turned back toward the water, staring absently at the crocus in the distance. Always concerned about the boys in the family.

What did he think she was going to do - nail Aidan to his bed? She didn't stop him, in any case. Alexandra could finish her nap where she was.

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[info]wnchestrgeekboy
2011-05-21 06:30 pm UTC (link)
He didn't turn around to answer her last cutting remark, just held Aidan closer. He had left his infant daughter with her mother because it was where she should be. Alexandra was still small, and she needed her mother's care. His heart was screaming at him to turn around and get her, too, but his head knew that if this fight between them was going to be a dragged out over a few days, the better place for the baby was with Anne.

He stepped through the door to home, exhausted. Sam put the toddler down in his bed, checked the window wards, the salt lines and the safety on the gun he stashed high in the boy's closet. Finally, he went in the kitchen and helped himself to a beer. He had his phone in his hand, with his thumb poised over the send button with his brother's number on the screen. He let it hover for a moment before setting it down and finishing his beer in three long pulls.
It was going to be a long night.

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