Cool guys don't look at explosions, even if they're imaginary
The child nods firmly, "I'll pick out the most special one." Edmund doesn't know which one that is just yet, but he'll figure it out. Maybe one that represents a virtue that the goddess has? Strength, intelligence, beauty... there were so many to choose from. It'd take some thought.
Edmund doesn't like seeing his Mum in any state of distress, so he quickly accepts her invitation, hugging her back. Meeting her gaze he gives another firm nod, "I'll promise you anything Mummy." He can't picture his Mum every asking him to do something that he wasn't ok with, so it's an easy statement.
But then Maeve continues, and Edmund feels his heart clench at her expression. "I promise I'll wait." And he'll keep his word. Even if it makes him frustrated to know that he can't help further. "But you have to promise me something in return, Mummy."
A small hand comes up and cups her face. "If I'm not allowed to be there to help or protect you, then you have to promise me that you'll come back safe from the war." The words are serious, stern even. Given with an expression that almost doesn't fit on a face so young.
Edmund doesn't like seeing his Mum in any state of distress, so he quickly accepts her invitation, hugging her back. Meeting her gaze he gives another firm nod, "I'll promise you anything Mummy." He can't picture his Mum every asking him to do something that he wasn't ok with, so it's an easy statement.
But then Maeve continues, and Edmund feels his heart clench at her expression. "I promise I'll wait." And he'll keep his word. Even if it makes him frustrated to know that he can't help further. "But you have to promise me something in return, Mummy."
A small hand comes up and cups her face. "If I'm not allowed to be there to help or protect you, then you have to promise me that you'll come back safe from the war." The words are serious, stern even. Given with an expression that almost doesn't fit on a face so young.
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