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[likeroaringlions]

I'll have some family business of my own to deal with.

Now it's dawn, another December morning, crisp and fair. His father's in bed, complaining, going back and forth between insisting that he's fine and they don't need to go anywhere, and fussing at the men packing. (William's orders, that. This is no time for Stirling Castle: the Douglases need to be on Douglas land.)

He's got his own packing to do, but as he stares around his chamber he finds his hands shaking. Ah, Christ. Maybe a drink. Maybe a drink will help. Or maybe some solid food.

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It's a pale, gingerly-moving William Douglas who enters Milliways, and heads straight for the Bar. A glass of wine, some meat. Nothing fancy.



((OOC: the OOM link goes to a scene from the play. warnings for violence at the end.))

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[fieryface]

"What do you mean--"

Oh, forget it. Here they are again, then. He shakes his head.

"Right. Good luck with it, then. You wouldny be a Douglas if you didny have business to be about."

[likeroaringlions]

"You really don't have any idea..." His face falls, and then sets harder. "Right. Fine, then."

There they are again. But dammit-- "Jamie, look, I...I'm happy for you. Alright?"

[fieryface]

"I do! I've seen what he-- I've seen you after, haven't I, but what-- you want to lead armies, and you canny even fight off your old man!"

He knows that's too far, and he scrubs his hands across his face in frustration. "How am I supposed to believe you when you say you're happy for me, if you say it like that?"

[likeroaringlions]

"And you do so much better? You couldn't even start to get out from under all those old men without my help! --Aw, fuck, Jamie, I don't...mean..."

This is going just great.

[fieryface]

"I did it, though, didn't I." And he's proud of that, damn it, and he's not going to let William diminish it. "I did it. And I'll keep on with it! I'm no gonny let them rule me anymore, there won't be anything more done in my name that I don't do myself, right? And you--"

He lets out a breath. "You did help me. And I'm glad of it, William, I want you-- it's now, don't you see? Like we always said, you and me... it can start now."

[likeroaringlions]

"Right." He drags his hands through his hair and finds a bit of a smile, and it warms into the real thing soon. "Right. It is now, it'll start now. We'll be ruling together, with no one giving us orders. You and me, and to hell with the rest of those bastards. Like lions, we always said."

Now William's grinning, maybe a bit of a foolish too-little-sleep grin, but genuine. "You and me. And your wee family. It is good. I am happy for you, Jamie. You know that, right?"

He puts a hand on Jamie's arm, maybe a little more tentatively than he might have done once, but it's--it's still like old times, the best of the old times that will turn into the even better new times.

[fieryface]

He smiles too, not quite as giddy.

"I know, Will. I know."