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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: Marquis Weyridge Notes: Challenge 175. Baby Series 3 #298. Takes place a few minutes after Layers. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Political Circles Her eyes were a deeper, darker blue than her brother's, similar to the colour he recalled her mother's to be. Azure, lazuline, like the sky on an intensely clear spring day. Blue enough to captivate without the added sparkle that marked the sharp intelligence or the deep and abiding compassion that had captivated the Earth Sphere. "Do forgive me for interrupting, but when I learned you were here it was the perfect excuse to raid some of the Chef's sweetmeats." Ah, sweetmeats! Now how could he be disgruntled over such an interruption from such a pretty young lady with such intense and beautiful blue eyes; and a tray laden with delectable titbits? She was growing up, physically and emotionally. He had watched her from the time they had met so many years after the fall of Sanc and he had found himself staring at a young girl who wore the face of his long dead daughter. He had known who she was immediately and that his world would never be the same again. Relena herself carried the tray laden with silver and fine china and a selection of delicate pastries and sweets that looked particularly tantalising and tasty. Her companion, the young man with the messy hair and the intense blue eyes, closed the door behind her but made no move to vacate the study and Pagan, he noted, did nothing to deter him from remaining. Most annoying really. That one was a former Gundam pilot who seemed intent on finding a niche for himself within the royal family itself, and he was not particularly en armoured of that idea. Genealogically speaking Heero Yuy was one of the largest question marks that had ever been drawn to his attention. Could he condone his granddaughter wishing to indulge her infatuation, mistaking it for love and actually marrying and breeding with the young man? Perish the thought. There were so many other good matches in their circle of society… but why did the Peacecraft siblings have to be so strong willed? He had watched and assisted her career as she had made a place for herself nested in the midst of the politics of their civilisation and now, of all idiocies, he was to believe she had cast it aside? She might think she could, and it was a pretty illusion, but he doubted she would be able to stick to her newly accepted position without dabbling in politics to ever increasing degrees. Her charity work would necessitate she move in the midst of political circles. Those azure eyes would continue to charm both male and female alike into dipping deep into their pockets to fund her charities, and words in the right ears might open doors not easy to open to benefit the poorer caste in life. It was a fond dream to think she had escaped the politics he himself thrived on, but it was just that, a dream. Relena was far from done with politics. ~ * ~ |
