[For Anthony]An unlikely place to find a like-minded individual.

[poetic_apostle]

In past years, the last two days would have been an amusing distraction, fun, even. Julian would have enjoyed watching the secret and not-so-secret deliveries of love declarations, and would have even thought today's chaos of magically-induced infatuation was entertaining, if a bit disruptive in some cases, and rather sad in a few others

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[loveintriangles]

She worries. She smiles and she laughs, but when the doors are closed, the smile vanished from her lips and she worries. She doesn't want Julian to see it, though she knows that he knows. She can't bring herself to letting him see her. He doesn't hide, as she has always taught him to, but she can't give him that same honesty.

There is no one thing she can blame for his misery. She would blame the ones he had given his heart to, only to see them vanish from the island. She would blame the one who remains in his vicinity even when all he has done is cause him heart ache. She would blame his unnatural knowledge of fate, of how his end will come to be and when it will it strike. She would blame all the friends and all the family that haven't come to this island, from whom he has been separated so cruelly. She would blame herself, for his sensitive upbringing (not her words), his genes, his heritage.

She can't and she won't. Instead she smiles and walks into the kitchen. "My darling, I don't blame you," she says as she sits down. "I have seen at least four couples desperately in love. It would bring down even the most positive of spirit."

(Just for Jules if that's okay?)

[poetic_apostle]

"It's utter nonsense, and they're all making fools of themselves. God, I do hope I was never that bad," Julian replied, automatically getting second cup down for his mother before crossing to the table to lean in and kiss her cheek. "Thankfully we've both been spared the personal indignity."

[loveintriangles]

"To be afflicted would be the lesser of evils, I think," Nessa replied. "I don't think I would have minded seeing you in love," she ventured.

[poetic_apostle]

Julian snorted softly and went back to see to the tea, shaking his head. "You've seen more than enough of that, I think," he said in an almost chiding voice. "I've made a fool of myself plenty without the island's interference, after all."

[loveintriangles]

Nessa ignored the undertone in Julian's voice. "Matters of the heart are never foolish, dearest," she replied instead. "Unlucky, perhaps, but not foolish."

She sipped her tea. "One can't tell ones heart what to do." Of course, that could be interpreted in more than one way. It was equally true for love as it was for depression. Julian was closer to the second.

[poetic_apostle]

"Oh, I don't know if I agree with that," Julian answered calmly. He'd certainly had a measure of luck hardening his heart against further pain from love. "It's all in one's mindset, I think."