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no_innocentsIt's been almost a year since everything happened.
Since the castle was nearly destroyed. Since the Belmont, his wife's soul, and his son, as well as Death his-fucking-self were destroyed. Since he'd been left with the Speaker woman and what he had thought of only as the last Belmont for several months until his birth.
Of course, once Simon was born, it was a very different story, one that he feels equal parts joy and sorrow about, one that has haunted him and given him the first sparks of life all in one. For he loves the child, this scion of a family dedicated to his death. And he has come to see how clever, how delightful, how beautiful his mother is.
She lacks Lisa's delicacy, her gentleness, but not her kindness. A comparison feels wrong, but it feels dishonest not to as well. And he has no doubt, given the child that frequently sleeps in his arms, that she looks to him and wonders about Lisa, about Adrian, and about how the man who'd given her this child would do in this position. It is... difficult and precarious and yet he cannot say it is without joy.
The first joy he has felt since he returned to Wallachia. Even if he feels such guilt for it.
Since the castle was nearly destroyed. Since the Belmont, his wife's soul, and his son, as well as Death his-fucking-self were destroyed. Since he'd been left with the Speaker woman and what he had thought of only as the last Belmont for several months until his birth.
Of course, once Simon was born, it was a very different story, one that he feels equal parts joy and sorrow about, one that has haunted him and given him the first sparks of life all in one. For he loves the child, this scion of a family dedicated to his death. And he has come to see how clever, how delightful, how beautiful his mother is.
She lacks Lisa's delicacy, her gentleness, but not her kindness. A comparison feels wrong, but it feels dishonest not to as well. And he has no doubt, given the child that frequently sleeps in his arms, that she looks to him and wonders about Lisa, about Adrian, and about how the man who'd given her this child would do in this position. It is... difficult and precarious and yet he cannot say it is without joy.
The first joy he has felt since he returned to Wallachia. Even if he feels such guilt for it.
