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ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ, ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴀʟᴀɴᴅ / ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴋɪʀᴋʟᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴛᴀʟɪᴀ. ᴘꜰᴘ ɪʀᴏɴɪᴄ ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ. ᴍᴅɴɪ, ᴍᴜɴ ɪꜱ 25.

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—— 𝘔𝘠 𝕮𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 。
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February 15, 2025 at 1:12 PM
the quiet splendour of the dockyard at Chatham, not terribly far from London. Regardless of whether he'd pleased or upset that ferocious Lion, Peter could at least say that the dockyard would 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 be worth it.
February 15, 2025 at 7:51 AM
the ball was at least in Arthur's court, now. Whether he deigned to call or write, Peter told himself as resolutely as possible that he 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. And maybe if he repeated that enough, he could persuade Roughs to actually believe it.

At any rate, Peter was free to lose himself in +
February 15, 2025 at 7:51 AM
Love and hatred again entwined itself into something new and unrecognisable — just as volatile as it was inseparable. At any rate, the young man left the lot at Arthur's door and fled as expeditiously as possible for Kent.

However sick to his stomach the entire endeavour had left him, +
February 15, 2025 at 7:51 AM
care to clarify it at all. Flowers were flowers.

He did write one message, though. Scrawled on the back of a postcard from Portsmouth, it read:

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚜. +
February 15, 2025 at 7:51 AM
𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 message.

❁✿ 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 。

Was it bitterness over past wrongs? Fondness for when their relationship was better? Or was Arthur himself nothing more than a childhood memory to him? There was justification for any reading of the unwritten message, and so Peter didn't +
February 15, 2025 at 7:51 AM
where he could. Chocolates, a plush bear, a post card, a pocket knife, and rather than roses, an arrangement of yellow buttercup flowers: he'd at least done a small bit of research into Victorian floral code, and had chosen one as neutral as possible, but it was certainly not for lack of a +
February 15, 2025 at 7:51 AM
the holiday, he allowed the decision to land squarely in the territory of what was the least offensive.

Kindness.

The bundle of gifts wasn't spectacular in terms of refinement. After all, Peter himself was still working class. But he did his best, throwing together bits and pieces +
February 15, 2025 at 7:51 AM
growing discomfort as his two halves battled for victory in an agonisingly-slow brawl. The more Peter considered his options, the more every choice felt insufficient.

No matter what he did or didn't do, Peter would be disrespecting some part of himself in the process; and thus on the eve of +
February 15, 2025 at 7:51 AM
The contrast with SeaIand was simple and brutal. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, that haggard, spurned veteran seethed, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺.

And what was there to be done about it? What did 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 want to do? Truthfully, the young man didn't know, himself. He endured with +
February 15, 2025 at 7:51 AM
glaring issue. Roughs wouldn't abide by it.

Impetuous and loyal, the little war machine simply couldn't comprehend it. Roughs wailed into one ear with the anguish of a dying animal: 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳? +
February 15, 2025 at 7:51 AM
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February 14, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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February 14, 2025 at 1:52 PM
side, though he couldn't tell whether it was from fear or eagerness.

Terror and bloodlust bloomed in splendid, grotesque union, and slowly sank down to his steel core.
February 13, 2025 at 4:58 PM
❝What on earth,❞ he began, voice quiet and monotonous, ❝makes yew reckon yew're good 'nuff to meet me brother?❞

Beneath the show of bravery, his heart was racing. Adrenaline had begun to seep into his system, both numbing him and placing him on-edge; his hands twitched at his +
February 13, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Roughs' eyes narrowed as he lifted his chin, his severe expression interrupted only by a slight upturn of his lips. If the German wanted to condescend, then Roughs would answer in kind. One war machine met another, the coldness of their mutual blue stare weighing upon the air itself. +
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thought of disobedience, and so there would be no physical instigation during this sham of diplomacy. Like it or not, the eternal mandate was carved so deeply into Roughs that it usurped even his own conscience and free will:

𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺. +
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while he still had an element of surprise. By god, if any man so much as breathed in the same cardinal direction as his brother, Roughs would rend them limb from limb.

. . . Well, he wouldn't. For all his corporeal strength, he was still bound to orders. His chest felt tight at any fleeting +
February 13, 2025 at 4:58 PM
or honest diplomacy, the fort answered in kind. His shoulders tensed and his face hardened into a murderous glare as Roughs closed himself off, as if he were prepared to fight then and there.

Truth be told, he was.

The gears churned in his mind, urging him to lash out and 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 +
February 13, 2025 at 4:58 PM
chest, one which only burned brighter by the second as his own branch — his men, his compatriots, his very heart and soul — was referenced. They truly wanted to invoke the wrath of the Royal Navy?

The shift in demeanour was palpable. Once the other had forgone any sense of etiquette +
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expected. But rather than fussing over the finer details of how or why this mix-up occurred, the harsh demand only strengthened the child's resolve.

The thought of his precious, beloved homeland straining his eyes with the mere sight of these men was enough to light a fire in Roughs' +
February 13, 2025 at 4:58 PM