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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Milliardo + Marquise Weyridge Notes: Challenge 172. Baby Series 3 #290. Takes place following Foreknowledge. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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A Complex Code He gave every appearance of being relaxed, his hands resting comfortably in his lap, back straight but not stiffly so. The word `casual' sprang to mind, though it was not something Milliardo associated with his maternal grandfather. The man would not be here, wishing to speak to him if he did not want something. He wished Weyridge would do them both a favour and simply come straight out and say what it was. "You handled that speech well. I was impressed it was so well received." But no, plain speaking was not the way those reared to his grandfather's generation were trained. Being forthright with information, or dialogue of any kind, was simply not done. They lived by a different code, a complex code of do's and don'ts and obedience to Family. Weyridge had been destined to be a politician from the day of his birth; most nobles had their future planned out for them before they were even conceived. It was not foreknowledge knowing their fate that implied some grand cosmic fate glimpsed by the mind of the psychic who could use the vision to determine the course of future event. What guided his grandfather's life was the manipulations of family to benefit the family position and prestige in the largest picture possible; the shaping of a civilisation. If he wanted foreknowledge he could make a fair estimation of how this conversation would go. His grandfather intended to make use of him, if he allowed it, to further his parties ideals. If he would allow it. As if he would ever knowing, willingly, permit another person to use him as he had permitted Treize. It was one thing for him to trust his lover, another totally to trust the old school politicians who had their own personal grand designs on how the peace should be developed. He was heartily tired of the politics of the times. Running away from it, much as he desired to, could not be permitted. He was stuck firmly in the mire that was sovereignty over Sanc and because if it he was surrounded by those who lived, breathed and ate politics. He was stuck, for life. The best he could do would be to manage the ebb and flow that surrounded him. To do the best for Sanc, and for his son, he would need to entertain those people steeped in politics and do so in silence and in full awareness of where that involvement would lead him. For Sanc and for his son's future. Just because he would be surrounded by it did not mean he had to play the game their way, however. By making the speech, and making it well, he had proven himself capable of mixing it with the world's best in the political arena. He had not shamed Sanc or his bloodline and Weyridge was undoubtedly here as a result. Foreknowledge. Know your enemy. Know your terrain. Know their weapons. Know your own. The victory would be yours. ~ * ~ |
