Never ever has MT been torn between feeling smug herself and feeling annoyed as hell. On the one hand: things are going the way she, in the end, wants them to. On the other: he’s possibly more infuriating in person than a distance of hundreds of miles when invading her provinces, and just once, she wants to be the one to gloat. But if she makes that mistake, if she lets him discover she’s not, in fact, 100% horrified at the prospect of him being anywhere near her son, she’s lost the game. And she’s really really sick of losing to this man, thanks a lot. Silesia will definitely be ruled by Joseph, even if he has to do it with Fritz, that’s so going to be in the wedding contract.
So she swallows down her bile and her moment of fierce satisfaction and instead grabs at something that’s also real, so she doesn’t have to fake it. (Much.)
MT *wounded expression of noble wronged madonna*: Allow a mother to be protective of her son, Monsieur. Especially since, as the mother of my country, I already lost a great many sons to you. I may have expressed some concern, yes. But a parent, a true parent, should never, ever, disown their child. So I am afraid I cannot possibly allow you to adopt him.
*widens eyes a bit, as if something suddenly occured to her that’s stunning and shocking, simply shocking, and she never, ever thought of it before*
You did mean adoption, didn’t you? Not some other legal arrangement?
*Fritz has little time to ponder this one, as there’s a commotion heard outside. The doors burst open. Enter Joseph, looking rather dashing for Joseph; he’s a bit on the thin side, as opposed to his parents, a bit flushed from running, and neither small nor gigantic tall a la Potsdam Giants*
J (to Fritz): I apologize for being interrupting, Sire, but I cannot contain myself any longer: I have a proposal for you!
*behind Joseph’s back, FS appears and gets the most WTF? Look he ever got from his wife; he’ s giving her a “not my fault!” Look back*
J: *continuing* Even a warrior such as yourself must rest once in a while, so let yourself be seduced....
MT’s WTF????? Look is no acting at all, and could scorch the Earth.
J: *continuing*: ...by music!
*cue trio outside, Wolfgang playing violin, Nannerl piano, Leopold flute. Because of course this is an opera buffa, and we’re in the final scene*
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Re: Crackfic
Date: 2019-11-06 05:13 pm (UTC)Never ever has MT been torn between feeling smug herself and feeling annoyed as hell. On the one hand: things are going the way she, in the end, wants them to. On the other: he’s possibly more infuriating in person than a distance of hundreds of miles when invading her provinces, and just once, she wants to be the one to gloat. But if she makes that mistake, if she lets him discover she’s not, in fact, 100% horrified at the prospect of him being anywhere near her son, she’s lost the game. And she’s really really sick of losing to this man, thanks a lot. Silesia will definitely be ruled by Joseph, even if he has to do it with Fritz, that’s so going to be in the wedding contract.
So she swallows down her bile and her moment of fierce satisfaction and instead grabs at something that’s also real, so she doesn’t have to fake it. (Much.)
MT *wounded expression of noble wronged madonna*: Allow a mother to be protective of her son, Monsieur. Especially since, as the mother of my country, I already lost a great many sons to you. I may have expressed some concern, yes. But a parent, a true parent, should never, ever, disown their child. So I am afraid I cannot possibly allow you to adopt him.
*widens eyes a bit, as if something suddenly occured to her that’s stunning and shocking, simply shocking, and she never, ever thought of it before*
You did mean adoption, didn’t you? Not some other legal arrangement?
*Fritz has little time to ponder this one, as there’s a commotion heard outside. The doors burst open. Enter Joseph, looking rather dashing for Joseph; he’s a bit on the thin side, as opposed to his parents, a bit flushed from running, and neither small nor gigantic tall a la Potsdam Giants*
J (to Fritz): I apologize for being interrupting, Sire, but I cannot contain myself any longer: I have a proposal for you!
*behind Joseph’s back, FS appears and gets the most WTF? Look he ever got from his wife; he’ s giving her a “not my fault!” Look back*
J: *continuing* Even a warrior such as yourself must rest once in a while, so let yourself be seduced....
MT’s WTF????? Look is no acting at all, and could scorch the Earth.
J: *continuing*: ...by music!
*cue trio outside, Wolfgang playing violin, Nannerl piano, Leopold flute. Because of course this is an opera buffa, and we’re in the final scene*