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she is the mother lidia had only heard stories of.      one that radiated pure , unrelenting love from her heart no matter what trials or tribulations befall her.      the feeling only expmplified by the warmth that was her home.      amaya was whom lidia wished her own mother had been , whom she hoped she could be for her boys.      and whilst the latter was a dream long gone , she carried with her proof that she could still be that person for her own son’s.      however , that talk was not one she was planning for today.     

grinning at her offer for tea , lidia follows the other’s trail and comes to a rest in the nearest seat.      ❛   i came here to ask you something.   ❜      she begins , fingers toying with the brim of her tee shirt along her waist.      ❛   i know it’s not exactly traditional.      but , after everything that happened a few months ago , i have never in my life been so sure about one thing.      and that is how much i love your son.   ❜      slivers of tears begin to well within lidia’s eyes.      ❛   i want to ask him to marry me.      only if i have your permission.   ❜

__________✨       WIDOWHOOD    HAS    TREATED    HER    WELL.    there   is   color   in   her   face   again,    her   eyes   sparkle   with   a   bit   of   starlight   that   has   returned   to   her,    she    does    not    cower    at    every    knock    at    the    door.    as   she   comes   face   to   face   with   her   visitor,    she   smiles   softly,    kissing   the   other's   cheek   in   greeting   before   pulling   her   into   the   space    (    touch   is   still   hard   for   her   to   accept   from   those   outside   of    family    –    ruhn,    bryce,    &&    now   lidia   &&    her   boys    )    ❛    lidia,    dear,    what   a   nice   surprise    !!    come,    come    !!    ❜    she   ushers   the   other   into   a   sitting   room.    in    the    corner,    a    painting    of    three    mountains    &&    three    stars,    the    only    sign    of    where    she's    come    from    even    if    she    holds    the    truth    close    to    her    chest.    ❛    could   i   interest   you   in   tea    ??    ❜

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‣ - @crownednight liked for a small starter

it was a risk.      not one of physical harm by any means.      but the weight of her plan hung over her unlike any dagger or bullet had before.      for the first time in her life lidia was risking her heart.      laying out every emotion that she had kept buried and tossed to the side for decades front and center with no control of the outcome.      he could say no.      it was his decision at the end of the day.      even though all the two had shared , had endured together , rhun could still deny her request.      and lidia would have to be okay with that.      they were still mates.      the love between them would still flow for eons and then some , but he could still say no.      

sweat coated the palms of her once steady hands as she stood on the front steps of his mothers home.      with his father long dead , body consumed by the earth ( not that she would give that bastard of a man the time of day  nor satisfaction of asking ) , lidia felt it proper to ask for lorin’s blessing.      her permission of sorts of allowing someone like lidia cervos to wed her only son.      willing steadiness through her veins , hands knocked against the front door , the churning of her gut tightening as the milliseconds ticked by hoping for the best whilst bracing for the worst.

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i'm midway through hofas but . . . . what if you liked this for a small few lined starter ?!

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a weighted sigh is all that befalls lidia at the other's acknowledgement of her previous dining partner leaving in such a state. not that she wanted to project her inner anger towards rhun . . . in fact , he was the last person lidia wanted to suck into the destruction that seemed to follow her as of late. but with all looming over her head , even beyond her son's , lidia could not pull back before the heated words shot his way. gods may have already damned her , but she wasn't going to drag this woman , possibly his mother , in too. so she breathes. once in – once out. ❛   sure , that would be great.   ❜ lidia finally speaks at the idea of tea to calm whichever one of her nerves gnawed at her the most and even if the tea did nothing , having a moment not seen as the hind or stared at by onlookers , was more than welcomed. ❛   thank you – umm , i'm sorry i don't , i didn't catch your name.   ❜

__________✨    SHE    LOWERS    HER    GAZE    IN    MILD    APOLOGY    TO    HAVE    OVERSTEPPED.    clearly,    the   other   carries   much   on   her   mind   even   if   she   does   not   want   to   admit   such.    ❛    forgive   me.    it's   just   your   last   companion   seemed   to   have   left   on    –    heated    terms,    ❜    she   observes   quietly.    ❛    there   is   enough   happening   around   here   that   starving   hardly   seems   condusive   to   anything.    ❜    she    knows    what    it    is    like    to    punish    herself    for    things    that    are    not    her    fault    too.    a   skipped   meal,    an   unkind   mental   word,    a   denial   of   some   small   pleasure.    it    is    so    exhausting    to    carry    the    weight    of    the    world    alone    &&    she    can    see    it    in    the    blonde.    ❛    well,    if   it   is   the    fish    that   is   not   to   your   liking,    perhaps   i   could   interest   you   in   a   cup   of   tea.    i   managed   to   sneak   a   few   bags   of   my   favorite   brews   that   are   far   better   than   what   is   served   here,    i   assure   you.    ❜

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it is with the other's words that lidia pauses , letting the outer corner of her gaze to catch sight of the woman now seated across from her. the violet - blue gaze is what captures her first. a hue she had only beheld once prior , only once in rhun. taking in the woman in her entirety : the black hair , tanned skin – she could very well be his mother. but to assume such off the bat , well lidia's own person track record as of late did not bow to her favor. taking the unspoken request to stay , lidia only finds her hands folding into one another on her lap , allowing her eyes to move over the foods the woman directed to. ❛   there is nothing i need to be settled from.   ❜ harsher than intended , but such secret had been one she carried for the past fifteen years. locked so far down within her that not even the asteri had known. and to a woman she knew not the first name of , lidia was in no rush to spill. ❛   just not exactly a fan of fish. the food i mean.   ❜

__________✨  SHE    KEEPS    HER    ELBOWS    TUCKED    CLOSE    TO    HER    BODY    AS    SHE    MAKES    HER    WAY    THROUGH    THE    CROWDED    HALL.    she   cannot   avoid   the   brushing   touches,    her   mouth   pressed   into   a   thin   line   by   the   time   she   gets   to   the   corner   table    (    many   mistake   it   for   arrogance   of   the   fae   concubine,    but   there   is   a   darker   truth   hidden   underneath    —    how    repulsed    she    is    by    touch,    the    centuries    in    her    husband’s    court    eroding    any    safety    in    such    a    small    thing    )    though   she   overheard   the   tail   end   of   the   other’s   confrontation,    she   cannot   find   it   in   herself   to   judge.    mothers    will    do    terrible    things    for    their    children.    it   is   not   for   the   rest   of   the   world   to   understand.    ❛    don’t   feel   like   you   have   to   leave   on   my   account,    ❜    she   murmurs,    an   apologetic   smile   rising   unbidden.    ❛    you   should   try   to   eat,    you   know.    it   seems   counterintuitive,    but   having   something   in   your   stomach   can   help   settle   you   a   bit.    ❜

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‣ - @crownednight liked for a small starter

clashes of silverware and chatter consumed the mess hall of the depth charger , but to lidia , the world in its entirety had gone silent. the words of her son's . . . they played over and over in her mind. the look of disgust on actaeon's face as he looked her way. the way brann fought within himself to retain neutrality in her presence. she had done what she did to give them the lives they deserved away from the one she was thrown into. but gods , the aftermath was a pain unlike any torture or punishment the asteri could afford upon her. so taken in by her own mind , lidia did not register the joining other at the table in the furthest corner of the hall. at least not until movement caught her eye and pulled her her back. ❛   oh , you can have the table , i'm finished.   ❜ even if the tray before her still sat full and untouched.

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i'm midway through hofas but . . . . what if you liked this for a small few lined starter ?!

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃.     —    a private, independent rendition the republic's most notorious spy-hunter and breaker , lidia cervos , from sjm's crescent city series. portrayal based on canon and head - canoned lore as told by mal.

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