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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2020-03-09 09:25 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2020-03-09 09:25 pm
Entry tags:
- canon: dctv,
- canon: leverage,
- canon: lost girl,
- canon: marvel cinematic universe,
- canon: supernatural,
- canon: teen wolf,
- canon: timeless,
- canon: vampire diaries universe,
- dctv: barry allen,
- dctv: laurel lance,
- dctv: thea queen,
- leverage: alec hardison,
- leverage: eliot spencer,
- leverage: nate ford,
- leverage: sophie devereaux,
- lost girl: bo dennis,
- mcu: natasha romanoff,
- mcu: sam wilson,
- mcu: steve rogers,
- prompts: get your words out,
- ship: barry/thea,
- ship: ben/elena,
- ship: bo/derek,
- ship: eliot/lucy,
- ship: laura/parrish,
- ship: laurel/steve,
- supernatural: ben braedan,
- teen wolf: derek hale,
- teen wolf: jordan parrish,
- teen wolf: laura hale,
- teen wolf: sheriff stilinski,
- teen wolf: stiles stilinski,
- timeless: lucy preston,
- timeless: rufus carlin,
- timeless: wyatt logan,
- tvdverse: elena gilbert
get your worlds out { 2020 } yahtzee tracking
set 8 | tomorrow we'll be free my love ~ regency au ~ 1,500
Parrish’s arms slide around her waist to tug her closer against his chest, and she can’t help but smile at his voice in her ear.
“You’re brooding. I thought I very clearly outlawed brooding the day I married you.”
Laura rolls her eyes as she leans back into him as her hands come to rest over her arms. “It’s not brooding,” she replies. “It’s … bittersweet longing.”
“That sounds dangerously close to brooding.”
“Does it?” she teases as she glances to face him. “I think it’s just different enough to get around the laws of my husband.”
“I think your husband will be the one to decide that.” He presses a kiss to her neck. “For what do you long? Is it something I can help with?”
She takes another breath as her hands come up to play with the rings hanging around her neck. It’s not something Parrish can resolve for her. No one can bring her mother back from the dead to witness the wedding of her daughter. No one could have brought her mother back to see her own.
“I just wish my mother could have been here to see this. To see her grow up.”
His arms tighten around her, a tentative squeeze of comfort. He knows he can’t permanently fix this particular problem, and she can feel the encouragement he wishes to give her.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
She smiles softly in response, before turning to face him. “I know she would be proud of what I’ve done and how I’ve managed to build the pack. At the same time, knowing it is not the same as hearing it from her.”
Parrish nods, keeping her close before a curious look crosses his face. “What if there was a way you could?”
Laura frowns. “How do you mean?”
“Hope is quite an accomplished witch. Perhaps there is a way to reach beyond the veil and speak to her.”
Hope flutters briefly in her chest, before glancing over her shoulder to the lands beyond her balcony. She wants to jump at the opportunity to speak to her mother after years without, but part of it also seems too good to be true.
“It might be worth asking,” she says slowly. “Though I have no idea what I would say. And what about Derek and Cora—”
“If this is successful, then perhaps we can arrange the same for them. But we won’t know until we ask Hope.”
Laura nods, before squeezing her husband’s hand. “Is she here? Or have she and Ben gone into town?”
“Last I saw her, she was heading towards the roof to paint.”
Laura nods, before pushing up on her toes to kiss him softly. “Thank you for the suggestion.”
“Of course, love,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
She squeezes his hand once more, before leaving their chambers and heading to the roof where the young witch was painting in the early morning sun. She feels terrible for interrupting her, but if she doesn’t ask now, she’ll lose her nerve.
“Hope?”
The girl turns and greets her with a smile. “Yes, Lady Hale?”
“There was something I was hoping you could help me with.”
“Of course.”
“My mother died years ago, as I’m sure you know. But … I was wondering if perhaps your magic might be able to … help me speak to her again.” She holds up a hand. “If you can’t, it’s fine, I just thought … maybe it was worth asking. We’ve never had a witch particularly close.”
Hope tips her head to the side, considering, before placing her brush back down on her easel. “Do you have something of hers?”
Laura reaches for her necklace again, removing it and holding them out to the young witch. “Those were her wedding rings.”
Hope closes her fingers around them, before nodding with a small smile. “I think I have an idea. Want to take a trip out to town?”
“Now?”
Hope nods. “Just for the evening.”
Laura considers briefly, knowing that the Lady of the Manor can’t run off without warning. At the same time, if it’s just for the evening, what can it hurt? She turns to the girl and nods.
“Where are we going?”
By the time Laura returns to their room, it’s late in the evening. She had given the notice that she and Hope would be taking some time away and not present for dinner; even then, it’s been dark for hours by the time she arrives. She opens the door to meet her husband’s hopeful eyes.
“Well? Did it work?”
A small smile lights across her face as she makes her way closer, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. “It was more than I could have imagined.”
“In a good or bad way?”
She laughs, before nodding. “In a good way.”
“So, Hope was able to put you in touch with her?”
“It’s way more than that.” She pushes up to change out of her travel clothes before climbing into bed with him. “It was … I don’t even know how to explain it.”
He nods, before reaching up to curl her hair back behind her ear. “Do you want to try?”
She takes a breath, trying to determine where to start. “Orleans witches practice ancestral magic. Their ancestors move into a well, where it’s easy to communicate with and still learn from them. My alpha power works similarly, passed down from one alpha to the next.”
Parrish nods slowly. “So, she was able to use that power to summon your mother?”
“Not just my mother.” She smiles widely. “But my grandmother, and her mother, and … every Hale alpha since the beginning. They were all there.”
He’s silent for a moment, eyes widening as he tries to take in that kind of connection. “That must have been … impressive.”
“It was. And so much more.” She smiles brightly as she curls in closer, leaning in to kiss him. “And I never would have gotten to speak to any of them if you hadn’t pushed me. So thank you.”
“I don’t think I pushed so much as offered the suggestion,” he replies with a smirk. “You did all the heavy lifting.”
“Still.” One hand comes up to brush against his cheek gently, her thumb drawing a half-circle against his cheekbone. “I am grateful every day that we are where we are. My life is so much more than I ever could have dreamed, and I wouldn’t have any of it, if not for you.”
“We are both blessed,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss her again. “I don’t regret a single part of my life with you in it.”
“I’m glad we’re agreed,” she murmurs. “I just wish I could find a way to share this with Derek and Cora. She gave me messages for them, but I wish there were more I could do, especially for Cora.”
“We just have to keep digging.” He tips his head to the side. “If Hope doesn’t know the answers we’re looking for, maybe her Aunt Freya does.”
“Maybe,” Laura sighs as she resettles next to him. “And I wish that I could share this with Amelia before I’m gone. I don’t want her to feel like she’s alone in trying to manage all of this power. I want her to know that I’m with her.”
“She will,” he presses a kiss to her forehead. “You’ve been with her every step of the way so far. I doubt that will stop.”
“I know. I think in some ways, I always knew my mother was with me, but at the same time, it feels different now. My understanding of it is different. For a long time, it was such a loss, but … now it feels more like a gift.”
“Good. I’m glad.” He smirks as he leans in to kiss her again, and his kisses turn slow and lazy, leaning into his wife more as he shifts above her. “And I’m delighted to have you home again.”
She grins widely into his kiss before nodding. “Do you intend to show me how happy you are?”
He laughs. “I will if my lady is interested.”
“Always,” she murmurs, sinking into the warmth of her husband’s embrace. Her remaining concerns are problems better left for the morning.
Now, time to be with her husband, and little else.