ELIZABETH MARCH
QUEEN OF THE CORTEZ

SCATHACH
WITCH OF THE WOOD

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The comfort that his family’s presence brought was tempting. But he sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes, before he changed his mind and ended up snuggling next to Elizabeth. The jet landed a few minutes later, and he helped the co-pilot carry the bags out. He’d arranged for a rental car to be brought to the front of the terminal before driving them both to the house. He hadn’t had the chance to show all of it to her, thinking that they would have enough time. Had he known that his half-hearted plans of buying a house somewhere and starting a life with her would actually push through, he would have.

The house was dark and empty by the time they arrived, but the previous owner had left the keys in the mailbox. Everything was deathly silent, and even he held his breath as he unlocked the front doors and pushed them open. The house itself was only two stories tall, but there was a basement and a large backyard. Well, a field would be more appropriate, and the boundaries of their property were marked by low, red brick walls. Two bedrooms had balconies and faced the field, giving them an unrestricted view of the horizon.

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                  “So, is he sleeping with us or does he get his own room?”

she smiles, truly smiles, when thomas rights himself and seems to wake up, only to lean over and rest against her once more. bartholomew slumbers still, as well, but the countess hardly minds. it’s mundane, in a way, so very normal and — foreign. the process of exiting the plane goes smoothly enough, their son held close to her chest as they pack their few belongings and climb into the car waiting for them. it’s a scenic drive, one elizabeth never thought she’d experience, but she finds herself nodding off every few miles out of exhaustion. blood is not the issue, but the human weakness of lack of sleep.

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arriving at the home thomas has picked for them is overwhelming. not in a negative way, never in a negative way, but overwhelming nonetheless. climbing out of the vehicle is easy, despite being tired, but her hold on bartholomew is only reinforced at how exposed they are ( despite being rather secluded from the rest of civilization ).   ❛ it’s perfect, thomas. ❜   she stands beside him, but her head turns so that their gazes can meet. it may not be as extravagant as she’s used to after living in the hotel cortez for nearly a century, but that’s what makes this place an actual HOME.   ❛ that’s a fair question… with us until i get used to our new home. ❜   though the new location makes her anxious, saying such words warms her… our new home. elizabeth even smiles at thomas, inching closer so that mother and son are leaning into the man that’s sworn to protect them.

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