[7SP] Your words, not mine
[Ephram is write_tragedies and is used with permission from his mun who made a request for Ephram and Lara future fic with the prompt “polite.” Set about ten years in the future.]
Lara and Ephram were probably never going to get along.
It wasn’t as though they never tried. And it wasn’t as though they had clashing personalities either. They probably would have gotten along rather well, if it wasn’t for the fact that Lara didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him, especially in terms of Garrett’s heart. And her upper body strength was sorely lacking, even after twins, so the distance she could throw him really wasn’t all that far. Ephram had at least six inches on her, and even in her hormone -induced feats of supernatural strength, she still didn’t have the power to toss him. But that was so far beyond the point.
The point was she didn’t trust him. In fact, she had more distrust for him than she did for each of her brothers respective mates, which is really saying something. She was twice as protective of her brothers as she was of Garrett, and yet she still couldn’t settle with the fact that Garrett was happy with Ephram. He had been through the ringer when it came to this boy and while Lara would admit that yes, Ephram did have his moments where he was a pretty decent individual, there were still lots of times where she wanted to quietly wring his neck.
But, for Garrett’s shake she was polite. Marginally speaking.
She was sitting on the park bench, leg crossed in front of her and arms crossed in front of her chest. The twins were off running all over the small playground, and she was keeping a sharp eye on them from where she sat, not making eye contact with Ephram directly, but watching him through her peripheral vision. “Sarah! Don’t eat the sand!”
The little girl gave her mother a pout, before dropping the sand to the ground and running off towards the monkey bars while Ephram gave him a smirk. “She loves that sand.”
“Yeah, and I’m trying not to have her love it into an early grave,” she sighed, leaning back against the bench a little more. “But she’s only three, so I can’t expect her to be perfect.”
“No, you can’t. Some things she’s gotta learn on her own.”
“Yup.”
Then came another long bout of silence. It wasn’t that they didn’t have anything to talk about, it’s just that things were probably better this way. Actual speaking had the possibly of ending in the situation of not being polite. And not-being-polite Lara was not something she wanted to expose her children to. Not now, at any rate. When they’re older, maybe, but not now. She was content to just sit in the silence until he found himself willing to interrupt it. It actually wound up being sooner than she thought.
“You know, I held up my end of the bargain.”
The statement caught her off guard for a second, and she blinked for a moment, before turning to face him. “What?”
“I did hold up my end of the deal and keep Garrett in LA.”
Lara paused, considering that for a moment, before nodding her agreement. “Yeah. I guess you did.”
“So-you think that after ten years, you could stop with the cold shoulder stuff?”
“In theory, that would be a consideration to make, wouldn’t it?” she sighed as she turned her eyes back to where her children were playing, and then shrugging slightly. “And yet, I don’t think I agree with that sentiment.”
Ephram sighed heavily. “I’m never going to win you over, am I?”
“Nope.”
“I should just quit trying.”
“Your words, not mine.”
“I’m not. Just so you know. I will win you over eventually.”
“Good luck with that,” Lara nodded as Sarah hobbled over to her with a teary face and a bloody elbow. “Good luck with that.”
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Lara and Ephram were probably never going to get along.
It wasn’t as though they never tried. And it wasn’t as though they had clashing personalities either. They probably would have gotten along rather well, if it wasn’t for the fact that Lara didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him, especially in terms of Garrett’s heart. And her upper body strength was sorely lacking, even after twins, so the distance she could throw him really wasn’t all that far. Ephram had at least six inches on her, and even in her hormone -induced feats of supernatural strength, she still didn’t have the power to toss him. But that was so far beyond the point.
The point was she didn’t trust him. In fact, she had more distrust for him than she did for each of her brothers respective mates, which is really saying something. She was twice as protective of her brothers as she was of Garrett, and yet she still couldn’t settle with the fact that Garrett was happy with Ephram. He had been through the ringer when it came to this boy and while Lara would admit that yes, Ephram did have his moments where he was a pretty decent individual, there were still lots of times where she wanted to quietly wring his neck.
But, for Garrett’s shake she was polite. Marginally speaking.
She was sitting on the park bench, leg crossed in front of her and arms crossed in front of her chest. The twins were off running all over the small playground, and she was keeping a sharp eye on them from where she sat, not making eye contact with Ephram directly, but watching him through her peripheral vision. “Sarah! Don’t eat the sand!”
The little girl gave her mother a pout, before dropping the sand to the ground and running off towards the monkey bars while Ephram gave him a smirk. “She loves that sand.”
“Yeah, and I’m trying not to have her love it into an early grave,” she sighed, leaning back against the bench a little more. “But she’s only three, so I can’t expect her to be perfect.”
“No, you can’t. Some things she’s gotta learn on her own.”
“Yup.”
Then came another long bout of silence. It wasn’t that they didn’t have anything to talk about, it’s just that things were probably better this way. Actual speaking had the possibly of ending in the situation of not being polite. And not-being-polite Lara was not something she wanted to expose her children to. Not now, at any rate. When they’re older, maybe, but not now. She was content to just sit in the silence until he found himself willing to interrupt it. It actually wound up being sooner than she thought.
“You know, I held up my end of the bargain.”
The statement caught her off guard for a second, and she blinked for a moment, before turning to face him. “What?”
“I did hold up my end of the deal and keep Garrett in LA.”
Lara paused, considering that for a moment, before nodding her agreement. “Yeah. I guess you did.”
“So-you think that after ten years, you could stop with the cold shoulder stuff?”
“In theory, that would be a consideration to make, wouldn’t it?” she sighed as she turned her eyes back to where her children were playing, and then shrugging slightly. “And yet, I don’t think I agree with that sentiment.”
Ephram sighed heavily. “I’m never going to win you over, am I?”
“Nope.”
“I should just quit trying.”
“Your words, not mine.”
“I’m not. Just so you know. I will win you over eventually.”
“Good luck with that,” Lara nodded as Sarah hobbled over to her with a teary face and a bloody elbow. “Good luck with that.”
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