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Podfic podfic podfic MAKES MY DAY. A podfic of my Siggy/Lagertha fic over here: [Podfic of] if women satisfy each other. And a podfic of the Peggy/Sif over here: [Podfic of] in the dark of the night. Both read beautifully by

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Dear Colin and Dickon she starts. Then she scribbles it out furiously. At least the last three attempts had managed to make it past the salutation. Even if they had then been consigned to the flames. It just sounds so--so formal, though. It feels wrong, to be writing to Colin and Dickon in the same format as the form letters in her etiquette book.

Mary has wasted enough paper, though. Colin and Dickon know she ca be a bit of a mess. They won't hold it against her, she doesn't think. And if they do, she has plenty on them, they ought to know well enough to keep their mouths shut. On the line just below the scribbled out salutation, she tries, my dear boys but then instantly scratches that one out as well. Far too cloying, who does she think she's trying to fool?

She laughs a little at herself. Nothing to do with Colin and Dickon should be causing her this much anxiety. If they were here, and she was making this much fuss about a letter, Dickon would stand behind her and massage her temples. Colin would sit up on the desk and face her, swinging his feet and kicking the rungs of her chair. He'd probably steal her pen. He'd probably lean forward over Mary's head to kiss Dickon. He'd probably try to balance by resting one hand in her hair, and she'd have no choice but to reach forward and tickle his ribs until he almost falls off the desk. He'd probably kiss her, then, press her back into Dickon's arms, and she closes her eyes against a sudden wave of longing. Oh, but she misses them already.

After a moment, she looks back down at the paper, and skips down a third line to try one more time. Being a missive for the Rajah and the mighty Merlin, aged back to youth. It's an old joke, one dating back to Colin's Arthurian phase, and an even older one. It's perfect. It's fine. Finally, she lets herself go on. London is like nothing else, you wouldn't believe it, I swear...

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!!!!!!!!!

This is FUCKING PERFECT. Oh God. THE MOST AMAZING.

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:D :D :D

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Mary kisses Dickon when she's thirteen and Dickon's fifteen. Colin doesn't even enter her mind, then - he's unkissable, still a child, while Dickon is growing taller and stronger and ruddier. Dickon laughs when she does it, when she leans over in the garden as they crouch at their weeding and presses her lips clumsily to his, and says, "Ah, lass, tha've grown bonny while I weren't watching." He puts one earth-stained hand against her arm to steady her, and draws her in again, his wide mouth smiling against hers.

When Mary's fifteen, Colin kisses her in the garden as they study alongside each other. He isn't smiling as he does it, face pinched and miserable. "You know about me and Dickon," Mary says as she pulls away, and Colin says, "Of course," voice small. It's not a good kiss, nothing like Dickon, but it leaves Mary warm.

When Colin is sixteen and Dickon is eighteen, Mary catches them under the rose tree in the garden. Dickon's eyes are closed, but Colin's are open, too greedy on Dickon's face to see Mary. Mary steals away, and leaves the garden.

When Mary is sixteen, she realises that she is in love with two people, and she goes back to the garden to tell them so.

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Awwwwww, my sad, guilty, fumbly darlings! Thank goodness Mary figures things out for them eventually! This is lovely, a really really sweet set of snapshots.

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♥ Glad you liked. I kind of want to expand it. >.> I LIKE NEGOTIATIONS.

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I TOTALLY ENCOURAGE THAT. Because there's no way there won't need to be waaaaaaay more negotiating, and it sounds like in this version, Mary and Dickon have had a thing for a while that Colin has been on the outside of, which would effect their dynamic, I bet.

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Yesssss. It would be very complicated! Also Dickon and Colin have been cheating on Mary. COMPLICATEDER.

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SO COMPLICATED. Oh wow, and I bet there is ANGST about that on all sides!

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ALL THE ANGST.