Tell Her
"Please tell her not to cry," He whispers to her little sister. "Tell her I never meant for love to leave her cold tonight. Please tell her that I tried to spare her from all my lies. Tell her… that I love her. Tell her something, Dominique, anything." She pulls back from him, the man that they had all grown up idolizing, glorifying. They would have followed him to the ends of the earth back then, if that's where their adventures took them. Dominique stares at him for what feels like forever. He has not changed, she thinks, from that blue-haired little boy from their childhood. He is taller now, almost as tall as her father. His hair, gods bless him, is still that bright baby-blue, and stands straight up on his head. A black beard, ironically matching black eyebrows, covers his jaw and two earrings are in his left ear. His eyebrow rings glints from the moonlight above. It breaks her heart, knowing that he is leaving. She does not know if, or when, he will come back. She does not want to know.
Her sister is upstairs, fast asleep. She does not know he is leaving, or had even thought about leaving. Dominique knows Teddy's heart is not with him. He left it with her sister, forever hears. He is not looking forward to spending the next couple of years of his life in America, but he thinks it may do him some good to get away from England for a while.
"I'll tell her, Teddy." She finally says. A boyish grin breaks up Teddy's features; that smile is her sister's favorite. The one that makes his eyes shine, and forces a smile back at him. He does not say anything more, simply hands her a folded piece of parchment with 'Victorie' scribble across the front. Dominique understands immediately; Victorie will have his letter when she is ready for it. He waves one last time, as he turns and walks out past the safety wards surrounding the small cottage. Dominique watches as the moonlight hits his hair, and then, he is gone.