1049: What Is It Good For?

[alonewillsing]

Away at War/Battle MemeWe all know war can be a hard time for everyone but those left behind? It can be torture. Hoping you get a letter or a call, staying glued to the television and cringing at those news stories. Guess what happens to you now? Your loved one has gone off to fight a war (battle, fight, in that ilk of things) and some time has

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[lightofhistory]

He was so close and yet so far. Why was he hesitating moving forward, finding out the truth? Didn't he want to know about everything and wasn't that once one of his (few) goals in his life? To discover the secrets and answers of anything and everything?

... Maybe he was scared. Yes. Scared. For all the hiding and running he had done from the Borgias' swords and grasp, the idea of Maria having moved on without him was terrifying than anything else. If he approached the home would their house crest be replaced with something else? Will be welcomed to the sing-song chatter of a husband and wife? Could there be a chance all of the dreaming he had done was what they were -- Just dreaming?

For a wild second he thought maybe he should turn around and leave. It's been years since he last held her in his arms, saw her glittering smile. She was the most beautiful when the most happy and maybe she found happiness somewhere else. He almost turned and left but. But something told him to take this chance. To jump at it. Usually Leonardo was never a man of impulse himself. Life experiences and life in general had taught him that it was never wise to jump head first into something, to look at all angles and, cautiously, approach the situation with the best one.

But considering what his first impulsive action had granted him -- his beautiful wife and a happy home before the Borgias turned their sight on him -- he had decided to risk it. He approached the house even more and was rewarded for the most beautiful sight: Maria, running up towards him. If he was Odysseus, traveling far and wide thanks to a careless mistake of his than she was his faithful, faithful Penelope.

"Maria!" He didn't look back now. He ran straight to her, gathering the woman and ruler of his heart in his arms. He all but clung on as if afraid she'll vanish into smoke and hope if he dared loosen his desperate grip. He pressed shaking lips against her forehead and took a deep breath. He felt warm skin and smelled a wonderful fragrance. She was real. This was all real. "Maria-- I-- It's been so... Mon Dieu, mon amour. I-I have missed you so...!"

Words failed him. The reputed genius of all was bumbling like a fool for once but he didn't care. Maria was here. Maria was home. Could this day not get any better?

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[ofscots]

She hesitated for only a few moments before she found herself running, for once Verrocchio the farthest thing from her mind as she left him in the garden, gaping at the sight. All she could think of was the approaching form of Leonardo and how even if he was a dream, she would still run to him. Even if he was a specter meant to steal her away, she would let him. She would give everything for the faintest possibility that this moment was a genuine reunion.

And then he calls her name. And then he runs. And then he is holding her and kissing her forehead and she can't breathe, can't speak for the tears of joy that are streaming down her face. Her arms wrap around him tightly-- oh, gracious God, he was real, she could feel him-- as he attempted to speak. When the words failed him, she turned her face upwards and pressed her lips against his, hoping the kiss could communicate all she was trying to say.

Still, though, when they part she searches for words and discovers herself mixing the Gaelic and French of her childhood as she tried to tell him of how deeply she had missed him, "Mo gràidh... Leonardo... Oh, how good it is to have you home, ma lumière."

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[lightofhistory]

She always spoke better with actions than words. His Maria forever impulsive and passionate. It may have gotten her into trouble, into the greatest peril even at one dark point in their lives, but it was simply her way of living life. It was what made him love her and to have her do that, to still be herself when he was away all these years melted away any fears and worries. This was still his Maria, his light.

The sob he felt rushing up in him was barely contained and a few tears of joy managed to slip away from his eyes. He kissed back, his heart racing with exhilaration and gratitude. If there was a divine power up there, he thanked them will all his heart because his light was back in his life and chasing away the shadows already. The eyes of his, usually so heavy and recently so dead thanks to what he had seen and done during his travels, were twinkling thanks to the joys and tears.

"My beautiful Maria, I am so glad we are together again for I feared that... But I no longer fear. I have you again. Everything in the world is right." All their hardships and trials. All that they've been through. They paid enough coins and tears and drops of blood for it. They deserve their own piece of paradise. They can start again. "I am so glad you are safe, my light. Were treated will while I was away? Are you okay? You were never in danger because of me, no?"

[ofscots]

How good was the Lord, she couldn't help but think. How good He was, to let her have this little bit of happiness. To let them have this.

She shakes her head, "The people of town treated us kindly." They took pity on the 'da Vinci widow,' after all, "I was cautious, did my best not to stir up trouble, though I wanted to try to find you so much. But we have not come to any harm."

Us. We. She doesn't even properly realize she's saying it in plural, it's been she and her son for so long.