Damian wants to spend some quality time with his husband after learning about the new boat that just arrived in Pelican Town!! He tries to convince him but Sebastian isnt changing his mind.
Ever since that new boat update was announced I thought of this idea of having the farmer’s spouses join along or even a little mini heart event. But I know that wont ever happen so I told myself this is how it played out.
hi kiddos ! I noticed when I did that check out my blog thing a few weeks back that a lot of you guys are very young. please be safe on this internet , Tumblr isn’t a very good place to grow in. also if u need help w homework im pretty good with most standard hs subjects
elaena looked up from her ledgers, squinting slightly. her eyes grew tired more quickly of late, and adjusting from the tight, handwritten notes to the face of her eldest child took a moment, especially in candlelight.
she smiled. “i suppose you are old enough by now,” she said. “come. sit. we shall think of the right angle for finding you a bride.”
but jon did not sit. his jaw was set, the way elaena remembered alyn’s jaw setting sometimes. “no,” he said. “no–i have found a girl. a woman,” he corrected himself. “on my own.”
“oh?” elaena was startled, but pleased. her son had always been reserved, and she’d never known him to flirt. he took his bastard status a little more seriously than he needed to, truth be told, and he was a fine looking young man. but he’d never seemed interested in any of the young ladies about court, though they had definitely begun looking at him with curious gazes long ago. “tell me of her.”
jon took a deep breath. “she is the daughter of a silk merchant–and a struggling one at that. i met her when she came to help fit jeyne for her wedding dress.”
elaena blinked twice. “the little…brown-haired one. blue eyed? plump?”
“her name is heloise,” jon said.
elaena leaned back in her seat. “oh for gods’ sake, sit, jon.” but jon did not sit. he stood there, his jaw even more set, his arms crossed over his chest. “you think i’m going to tell you no?” elaena asked him, eyes narrowing.
“i expect you to say it’s a better match for her than for me,” he said, “i expect you to try and dissuade me.”
he sounded just like his father. he is about the age i was when…when she’d come out of the tower, when she’d stood in the rain and felt like a growing plant, when she’d laughed and loved with alyn, and waited for him, when he’d died at sea with his babes in her belly. “were you robin, i’d forbid it,” she said truthfully. “or viserys.”
“i know,” jon said, “which is why–”
“you needn’t worry,” she said simply.
jon gaped at her.
“you found jeyne an arryn to wed–i’d expected you’d settle for no one less for me.”
“jeyne is a woman,” elaena said simply. “our lot is hard in life. finding a man who will not treat her as an object, a station that will protect her if she has no father’s name to do so–that was of paramount importance. you though…” she took a deep breath, “i wished to marry your father for love, and would have done so. no, it is not a fine marriage. but if you’d take this heloise despite her lower status and what it would mean for yours…i’d have at least one of my children wed for love.”
jon didn’t say anything. he was watching her closely.
at last, he said, “you surprise me, mother.”
“good. i should hate to be found predictable. now will you sit? tell me of her. when do i meet her?”
hey, yes, i’m talking to you. i know you’re probably scrolling right now but this post wont take too long to read.
i just wanted to give you a quick reminder that you’re beautiful. yes, i know what you’re thinking, wow what an idiot they cant even see me, but that isn’t the case.
regardless of your looks, how long your hair is, how white your teeth are, how skinny you are, how tall you are, the colour of your skin, how big your butt is, you are beautiful. because you’ve made it this far. you have gotten through every fucking day in this shitty universe, and you are here right now, looking at this post. you have survived heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, trauma, and just all the general ups and down of life, and you are alive right now to tell the tale of it. you’ve pushed on through everything.
sometimes it doesn’t seem like it’s worth it, like you’re worth it, but you are. one day, that’ll make sense. you’ll be sitting somewhere nice, watching something, maybe someone, and you’ll remember all of the things you had to get through, and it’ll all make sense.
congratulate yourself on getting this far. it’s a big thing, yet you’ve done it. if you ever feel like you aren’t worth it, i want you to know that it’s all going to be okay. you impact so many people’s lives, and you are some people’s entire worlds. people love you, they look up to you, they admire you. don’t give anyone the ‘life would go on without me’ excuse, because you know it wouldn’t. no one recovers from that.
you, my friend, are beautiful. dont you dare ever forget it.