"Ah," his father sighed, resting his chin on Henry’s shoulder. Two pairs of gray eyes gazed back at them from the mirror. "I was only nineteen-years-old when you were born. Now you are a man grown, and I am not yet old." Henry leaned into his touch, the candle's light hitting their faces just so, the same planes and contours. He had a brother Geoff, and one day bastard and trueborn Geoffs, but for Henry only one Geoffrey ever mattered, his father. Geoffrey’s eyes were fever-bright. "Never allow your own sons to make you old before your time."
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Father and Son (Henry II and Geoffrey Plantagenet)
Date: 2006-05-03 05:32 pm (UTC)Henry leaned into his touch, the candle's light hitting their faces just so, the same planes and contours. He had a brother Geoff, and one day bastard and trueborn Geoffs, but for Henry only one Geoffrey ever mattered, his father.
Geoffrey’s eyes were fever-bright. "Never allow your own sons to make you old before your time."