The stiff wind blowing off the prairies had teeth of ice, but Ben couldn’t be bothered to notice. He just stood there under the enormous oak in the courtyard, now bereft of leaves, its branches reduced to haunted dark fingers melting into the October night sky, and looked down at the letter in his left hand, slightly crumpled and sweaty from being
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Oh, Ben. He's such a sucker for that line. And I adore the idea of him going through the training and then putting up with the punishment just to get in that one good punch and salvage some of his dignity. So very Fraser.
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Lovely, in a sad way.
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Thank you for your kind words!
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::nodsnodsnods:: Fraser's dignity is very important to him.
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Fantastic stuff, as always.
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*blushes furiously* You are very kind.
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