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❅( jefferson ) ;

    [ he had fought. oh god, he fought. he fought
      until his fingers had been calloused and scarred
      from needles’ sharpened tips, wrists had bloodied
      with constant toiling, mercury had dyed his hands 
      silver. he f o u g h t. he thought he had been fighting
      for grace, but he had been fighting for her, too. all of 
      those hours of isolation and captivity, of never seeing 
      the morning’s light or dusk’s darkness… it was to return
      home. he would have saved her then, not left her to peril
      in her own trap, but fate reminded him. fate had never been
      on his side. ] 

                       ’ I tried. But… Something happened, 
                         fate barred me. ‘

 { ❅ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ ——— 

          when she  had  trusted  him, allowed him to lead her from
          Arendelle, it had betrayed each cell in her body.   perhaps
          she  should  have  listened  to  the  reasoning  of her brain
          rather  than  the ramblings of her heart. she was no foolish
          girl. she was never as naive nor thoughtlessly courageous.
          but love &  all of its mysterious whimsy lead to believe that
          this man had her best interests in mind. 

                              it was a folly not to be repeated. one that had prompted
                              doors to slam shut & walls to erupt to conceal her  from
                              his influence - to protect the instability of her being. still,
                              her gaze remained steady, azure optics drinking in  the
                              minuscule idiosyncrasies of his expressions - the  jovial
                              nature   of  her  memories  had  been  replaced  by  the
                              distress of reality. 

                                                                   ❝ what happened ? ❞