Choices

"Choices" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Stonegit stood before a roaring fireplace, several parchments grasped in his hands. The glow of the flames flickered over his eyes and creases in his face. 
His hand came up to slap Eindride, and flick his forehead…
The strike across his face…
“I don’t give a winged Lokie testicle about your legs…”
Stonegit closed his eyes, his hands gripping the papers tighter. He remembered the hatred behind those words. He remembered how deliberately he had aimed that knife… 
“You will be completely dethroned and confined to the regions of the Wilest North and nowhere else…
“Your children, and remainder of your family will be placed under the formal protection of the Elmiss family…”
"The rest of your family will also serve the Haddock family directly as citizens and servants of the Wilderwest. This contract of servitude will be dissolved when your children’s great grand children reach adulthood…”
Stonegit’s throat clenched.
“Your treasury will be transferred over to the authority of the Wilderwest. Your castle will be renovated and transformed for public use…”
“Simply put your majesty. You loose everything but visitation rights from your family…”
“Hel!” Stonegit cursed, and pressed the documents, the same, original contract to his forehead. “Hel what have I done! Why did I think-?” He drew in a slow, sharp, breath through his nose, and then lifted his head.
It had only been a handful of months since Haddock’s death. He knew where the members of Eindride’s family stayed, getting them here had not been difficult. He could not speak of how renovated the Wildest North’s castle had been, it hadn’t necessarily been a priority given everything else the Rebellion was facing. But his gut twisted at the thought, at all of these thoughts. 
Blunt quietly walked up behind him. “Don’t hold it too harshly against yourself…” He said gently, and gave Stonegit a sad smile when the man turned in some surprise to face him. “The countries were ready for war, Egil for blood, if you hadn’t drafted up so many sanctions everyone would consider Haddock’s death un-avenged and push for retribution…It wasn’t all about you…”
Stonegit sighed, and hung his head. “Blunt…I’ve treated you terribly again…I’m so sorry…”
Blunt placed his hands on his hips. “I get it Sweetbutt…I understand. But yeah, you better believe the next time I’m traumatized that you’re cuddling my shaken ass over running off with a rage boner.”
Stonegit risked a closed lipped huff of a laugh, and then his shoulders lowered with sadness. “I know what I chose to do to Eindride served as the means to stop a war, and give Haddock justice without blood but…for me…” Stonegit swallowed. He had said the words once…but now he found them too painful to say again. 
“For you…” Blunt began gently, finding that he was perhaps better understanding his lover that he understood himself. “You knew the motives behind hunting down Haddock were legitimate, you yourself, and many of us, killed for far less. But for you…it was the moment, the singular thing that you knew in your mind would allow you to leave living a life of anger and killing behind. For the sake of Egil, for the sake of all your kids. For you.” 
The taller man stood across from him, and gently touched his arm. “But now…you feel as though if you had truly meant to leave revenge in the past…that you wouldn’t have done anything at all.”
Stonegit gritted his teeth. “I know, what I did, was within reason. Despite how strict, it gave us peace between our lands. The Wilderwest and Wildest North are so preoccupied with our own agendas and recovering from Ragnorok now, we scarcely even hear of them. The months have been short…perhaps its too early to call…but…but Blunt I knew every time I struck him, and for every sanction I made it was to satisfy my lust for avenging Haddock…I played both sides of the fence, tried to make my bed and sleep in it. And it left me with nothing. Haddock is dead. Eindried is alive. And I…and I’m still…volatile…”
“No…” Blunt cupped his face. “You are growing. Stones…you didn’t get it all right. You didn’t make it perfect. But none of us can ever do that. You made your choice, and you saw what you consider mistakes…were they really?”
Stonegit thought about that. “Some…” He finally said. “And others…not so much perhaps. I just…I just want to make things right, in my own soul. I know what I have to do.”
Blunt recalled Stonegit’s request for Nala to find him a demon, and he saw the papers he held in his hands. He tsked his tongue. “You’re taking some awful risks…if you do what I think you’re going to do. Are you sure the lands will keep peace?”
Stonegit glanced down at the papers. “The Wildest North only ever wanted justice…and so did the Wilderwest…but now its all over. We are a people that have learned much through mistakes. The only war we want is the one with Central. These sanctions will only breed more animosity…and I think the Wildest North will know better than to start the same fight they’ve already lost again.”
Blunt nodded a few times. “And you? I’m a little worried…”
Stonegit saw Blunt’s concern, and there was an ach in his heart. He pressed his forehead to his chest. “I’m sorry…” He said simply and Blunt leaned into him,
“I know…and it’s okay…” Blunt sighed. “Alright then darling…do what you need to do.”
Stonegit exhaled, and then turned to the fire. “Thought this may technically be my contract to burn…if this ever causes a political meltdown I’m fucked, and Egil just might kill me…but…” He shrugged. “I’m running out of years, I’d rather risk it, and live liberated.” And with that he tossed the papers into the flames. Perhaps the words, agreements, and understandings between the two nations would hold. But the physical binding had now become that of ash.
Later that night, Stonegit booked safe passage for the Wildest North family members to return to their home. In the following days, the plans for any adjustments to law, architecture, or Eindride’s regime, would be retracted, and those managing the Wildest North’s treasury were called back to their own land, and the sanction dissolved. Those of the Wildest North would be in the Wildest North, and those of the Wilderwest would resided in the Wilderwest.
And so now only one more thing remained for Stonegit to do.
The final choice, to truly leave it all behind, and let vengeance die.