1049: What Is It Good For?

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Away at War/Battle MemeWe all know war can be a hard time for everyone but those left behind? It can be torture. Hoping you get a letter or a call, staying glued to the television and cringing at those news stories. Guess what happens to you now? Your loved one has gone off to fight a war (battle, fight, in that ilk of things) and some time has

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Moira Scott (Mary, Queen of Scots) | Project Rewrite | Het & Left Behind

[ofscots]

8: Mix of 1 and 6 and timey wimey historical? /so not late

[lightofhistory]

Being away from Maria was agony but it was also a motivation for him as well. It's what kept him running, kept him hiding, kept him living despite the bounty on his head as he stumbled around Italy. When he had refused to help Cesare Borgia in creating weapons in his quest for power against the other countries and Leonardo had made it clear that he would never help a man like Cesare... The man wasn't happy, to say the least

You're just a bit late. :| But I forgive you anyways. <3

[ofscots]

Mary Stuart was a woman of impulse-- not always one to think things through and often dashing from one thing to another in an attempt to get it all done. Sitting and waiting and staying in one place were agony to her, and when her cousin had locked her away in England it had been a Hell on Earth. After so long Elizabeth and her advisers said that she had been executed; beheaded-- better for the kingdom to think that the possible crown usurper was no longer in the running, as opposed to what the truth was-- that she had vanished and know one knew how or why. In a way, it was true. Mary Stuart died when a certain Renaissance Man had come to the castle she'd been confined to in the dead of night to both free her and tell her of his love for her. From that day on, Maria da Vinci had lived in her place

You are the beeest~

[lightofhistory]

He was so close and yet so far. Why was he hesitating moving forward, finding out the truth? Didn't he want to know about everything and wasn't that once one of his (few) goals in his life? To discover the secrets and answers of anything and everything

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[ofscots]

She hesitated for only a few moments before she found herself running, for once Verrocchio the farthest thing from her mind as she left him in the garden, gaping at the sight. All she could think of was the approaching form of Leonardo and how even if he was a dream, she would still run to him. Even if he was a specter meant to steal her away, she would let him. She would give everything for the faintest possibility that this moment was a genuine reunion.

And then he calls her name. And then he runs. And then he is holding her and kissing her forehead and she can't breathe, can't speak for the tears of joy that are streaming down her face. Her arms wrap around him tightly-- oh, gracious God, he was real, she could feel him-- as he attempted to speak. When the words failed him, she turned her face upwards and pressed her lips against his, hoping the kiss could communicate all she was trying to say

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[lightofhistory]

She always spoke better with actions than words. His Maria forever impulsive and passionate. It may have gotten her into trouble, into the greatest peril even at one dark point in their lives, but it was simply her way of living life. It was what made him love her and to have her do that, to still be herself when he was away all these years melted away any fears and worries. This was still his Maria, his light.

The sob he felt rushing up in him was barely contained and a few tears of joy managed to slip away from his eyes. He kissed back, his heart racing with exhilaration and gratitude. If there was a divine power up there, he thanked them will all his heart because his light was back in his life and chasing away the shadows already. The eyes of his, usually so heavy and recently so dead thanks to what he had seen and done during his travels, were twinkling thanks to the joys and tears.

"My beautiful Maria, I am so glad we are together again for I feared that... But I no longer fear. I have you again. Everything in the world is

[ofscots]

How good was the Lord, she couldn't help but think. How good He was, to let her have this little bit of happiness. To let them have this.

She shakes her head, "The people of town treated us kindly." They took pity on the 'da Vinci widow,' after all, "I was cautious, did my best not to stir up trouble, though I wanted to try to find you so much. But we have not come to any harm."

Us. We. She doesn't even properly realize she's saying it in plural, it's been she and her son for so long.