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Feb. 25th, 2014 09:16 pmMuch has changed since arrival in Darrow.
Most days, Ilithyia finds little to be gained in dwelling on such and chooses not to, but there are some days when she finds she cannot avoid such thoughts. A reminder comes to her in the form of someone she's found herself caring for despite her best attempts to avoid such attachments and she cannot completely ignore what has happened to her in the months since her son's birth.
Especially when she takes into consider the decisions she had made in Capua.
She speaks of it little, though she and Spartacus have broken words on the topic, and she finds this to be quite acceptable. There is no reason to revisit what she has done and the choices she's made, not when she has quite happily come to accept the entire experience was but shared fabrication of some kind.
And so, Albinius in her arms, she smiles when she sees Sansa upon street. Perhaps she has grown attached to the girl, but it really only needs to go as far as did friendship with Seppia. That she feels much more protective of Sansa than she ever did of Seppia is something she simply chooses not to acknowledge. It can be pushed away. It can be forgotten.
"Sansa, hello," she greets with a smile. "You look beautiful."
Most days, Ilithyia finds little to be gained in dwelling on such and chooses not to, but there are some days when she finds she cannot avoid such thoughts. A reminder comes to her in the form of someone she's found herself caring for despite her best attempts to avoid such attachments and she cannot completely ignore what has happened to her in the months since her son's birth.
Especially when she takes into consider the decisions she had made in Capua.
She speaks of it little, though she and Spartacus have broken words on the topic, and she finds this to be quite acceptable. There is no reason to revisit what she has done and the choices she's made, not when she has quite happily come to accept the entire experience was but shared fabrication of some kind.
And so, Albinius in her arms, she smiles when she sees Sansa upon street. Perhaps she has grown attached to the girl, but it really only needs to go as far as did friendship with Seppia. That she feels much more protective of Sansa than she ever did of Seppia is something she simply chooses not to acknowledge. It can be pushed away. It can be forgotten.
"Sansa, hello," she greets with a smile. "You look beautiful."
