Yesterday's Enemy [AoT]

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'The greatest grief is in glimpsing what can never quite be.'

-An extract from the book 'Evolutions' written by philosopher Adette Briggs

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Wall Rose, South Region, An Inn just outside Ehrmich District

Lorelai awoke to the winter sun streaming in through the window.

They had travelled through most of the night and had come to stop at an old inn along the trail to the capital. It was a popular waystop for merchants and travellers along their journeys.

The inn was old, plain, but welcoming. It overlooked a still lake, frosted over with ice. It was a rather dull place for a honeymoon, but Levi thought they both needed a little bit of dull.

Anyhow, they'd be moving on to Mitras soon enough.

Lorelai turned over in bed, groaning slightly at the harsh light. Clearly, all the champagne she'd drunk last night was catching up with her.

Levi was still asleep beside her, peaceful, for once. He'd slept through the whole night— no nightmares. Lorelai couldn't remember the last time he'd done that.

Pressing a drowsy kiss to his cheek, Lorelai wiggled from Levi's arms and sat up.

Lorelai smiled as Levi pulled a pillow to his chest in her absence. Silly man, she thought, getting up.

Pulling on her dressing gown over her exposed shoulders, she walked into the adjacent mini kitchen. They had quite a view from here.

The countryside rolled outside the window, hills upon snow-covered hills. The lake gleamed in the dawnlight. It was quite a sight to wake up to; it reminded Lorelai of Havas.

She'd be going back there in a few weeks. The thought was bizarre. She was practically a different person now— openly a Briggs, a soldier, married. Three things that had seemed impossible once.

Lorelai wondered what Warren, Agneta, or Tamsin might say, if they could see her now. She had the feeling they'd be proud.

Sparing a glance back into the bedroom, Lorelai decided she'd make Levi breakfast. Or at least attempt to, anyway.

The inn owner had done them the courtesy of leaving some basic food supplies. Lorelai cracked two eggs into a pan, and they began to sizzle over the fire.

Such dull day-to-day activity might have bored most, it wasn't exactly a luxury honeymoon, but Lorelai found herself more content than she had been in months.

Lorelai continued to cook, even setting an old record onto the phonograph and humming along with the music. It felt like ages since she'd had a calm morning.

It wasn't long before she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Levi was warm and still half-asleep.

"Good morning. I didn't hear you wake up." Lorelai continued with breakfast, letting him hold her.

All she got was a grunt of acknowledgement and a face buried in her shoulder.

"Sleepyhead." She pressed a kiss to his bare arm.

"What are you making?" he mumbled drowsily.

"Breakfast, dear."

"Should I prepare for a house fire?"