may the sunrise bring hope (4/4, CS Civil War AU)

jadeddiva:

So I’ve always been wary about writing a Civil War AU for CS because I don’t think there’s anything glamorous about the Civil War, and people like to romanticize it, especially in the South (but that is another topic about remembrance that would be a whole post in and of itself).  But I think that the yeoman farmers and mountain homesteaders and women and all of those people whose stories are hidden and who had no stake in the political gains of the war are the most interesting, and Killian and Emma would definitely be that.  So there’s my soap-box rant.  Thank you for reading, and thank you for commenting and reblogging.

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Four years later

There’s something about morning in the mountains that makes
Killian’s breath catch in his throat.

The mist spirals upwards through the trees and he can’t see
much from the front porch of their cabin, but what he does see is theirs: the
garden by the cabin that Emma tends; the tree-lined path to the brook where
cold, clear mountain water streams by their home; the barn with the horses and
the wagon; the pasture with their sheep and goat; the chicken coop (the guineas
run past the porch and he can’t help but laugh as they chase a dragonfly).

This is a life he never expected to have, and he loves
everything about it.

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