Requested by: Gigi_the_writer
OC: Georgia Grace

The sound of a quill scratching against paper in the distance awoke the one person who had been in a deep sleep. Georgia lifted her head from the bed, grabbing the candle on her bedside table. Flame dancing in the dark, it guided it to her the source of the sound.

Her bare feet scraped against the wooden planks as she searched each room. The sound was consuming her the more she looked around. Every room seemed to be the right one, but it always managed to sneak farther away from her.

She finally opened the door to her study to find a familiar hunched over figure at the desk, pen in hand. "Hercules," she muttered.

When she said his name, the man at the table turned. He was visibly ashamed of being caught, but just politely nodded. "Georgia."

Standing in the doorway, she felt like her pulse had risen a little faster than normal. He kept writing, ignoring her entrance. Georgia could only see the outline in his figure without her glasses. She had been in such a rush that she hadn't thought to put them on.

"Why are you here again?"

He didn't look up at her. "You know why. I've been locked out of my place for over a week. I don't have anything to write with." He dipped the tip of the quill into the ink again, before writing another few words.

Georgia glared at the back of his head. A gust of wind from the open window, which he had climbed through, woke her up even more. She muttered something under her breath, clearly sick of the games being played.

She stepped forward and ripped the paper from his grip. Hercules gasped, pushing back the chair just in time to see his work destroyed.

Clutching the parchment in her fist, Georgia stumbled backwards. "Tell that landlord that you need your place back then! You aren't welcome here every night." She tore the piece in half, watching his perplexed expression grow at the sight.

Hercules breathed heavily, weighing the options of what to say. "She won't care for a word I say! Don't think I haven't tried." He desperately collected the scraps of paper that had fallen to her feet.

"Well, I think you have been using every excuse you can to see me." She crossed her arms and sighed, "If you want to get be anything more than a pain, stop coming here in the middle of the night."

Georgia strolled out of the room before turning on her heel. The tailor had his arms out, wide open. He was waiting for something from her.

"Leave."

He stuttered, "Please, just let me write that letter. You don't know how important that is to our future-"

She chuckled, cutting him off instantly. "To our future? To men's future? I've accepted that I will never have a place in this world where I belong besides the kitchen." Hercules could see tears forming in her eyes.

"What good will it do?" Georgia shook her head, heading back to her bedroom. The man followed her with a determined tone in his voice. He wasn't giving up that easily.

"It's for the country."

"Country? What's even left of this place?" She spat the words out onto his face. Taken aback, he shrunk away from her, but managed to grab her arm.

They stood in the dimmed hallway, their silhouettes reflecting off the wall. As much as she wanted to run away in the opposite direction, she couldn't allow herself to do that.

Hercules pleadingly whispered, "Please. I promise that I'll be gone before you are awake."

This happens every time, she thought to herself. He always managed to win her over with his words. She couldn't force him away, even though she despised the power that men had.

Georgia sighed to herself. She glanced up at him, before patting his shoulder. "Alright," she whispered. With a sway in her hips, the woman headed back down the hallway to her bedroom where she couldn't finally some peace.

The young tailor watched her go. A smile formed on his lips as he pieced together the scraps of the broken letter. He knew that even though she would never admit to such a thing, that his constant serene attitude would always convince her to do the right for the both of them.

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A/N: Thank you Gigi_the_writer for the request! I hope you liked it how it turned out, this one had a little bit of a twist but certainly a good ending. And even though I say it a lot, thanks you guys for so many reads and support, it means the world to me!