Oneshot? Maybe..who knows.

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They sat at a clearing, a good ways away from the watering hole where the laundry hung drying. Marguerite's legs dangled unceremoniously off the edge of the enormous cliff.

Roxton had stilled his hand, his canteen half-way to his lips and was frozen in thought.

"I think it goes down easier if you actually open your mouth, Roxton." Marguerite stated while not once moving her eyes from the serene landscape.

"I was thinking that we've been on the plateau over three years -" Roxton started as Marguerite returned to scanning the landscape.

"How very obvious, Lord Roxton." Marguerite interrupted.

Roxton carried on unperturbed by the heiress, "Two years, and you've never once had a birthday."

Marguerite ignored the tense sensation that ran through her, and she ran through a list of options in her head. She settled for a light-hearted response.

"Who'd have time for a party in a place like this?" Roxton noticed that her smile never reached her eyes.

We've never even acknowledged the day, Marguerite. Hell, I don't even know when it is."

"That makes two of us..." Marguerite muttered lowly.

Marguerite took in Roxton's confused face and felt compassionate for once.

"Hard to have a birthday with no birth certificate."

You have no idea when your date of birth is, do you?"

It makes lying about your age, all the more easier, wouldn't you say John?"

But you were adopted when you were two."

"And given the name Krux, but they sent me back after they had their own child. They estimated I was two.

But, you must have had foster parents-"

And they gave me back six months later."

So... you've never.."

No. I've never."... "And I never want to." Marguerite added anticipating Roxton's next inquisition.

"Why?"

"Why celebrate a day that raises more questions than answers."

They sat in silence for a short while until Marguerite spoke.

You look... confused Roxton."

It's just...How in all your years did someone not ask or wonder..?"

Not many men have the stamina you do, Lord Roxton." Marguerite said, the humour not meeting her sad grey eyes.

And the women, Marguerite?"

Apparently had other things on their minds..."

And all these years, you've celebrated others, but never your own."

Never... and I never will." Marguerite finished breathily.

Roxton stared into the serene wilderness as his mind pondered the life of Marguerite.

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oh and btw.. where is sassyrox? im missing my awesome feedback...:(