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

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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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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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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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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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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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