It's in the stars. It's been written in the scars on our hearts.

[zeonfunnelcake]

[1] Haman took a deep breath before she turned on the console that sat on the old desk in her makeshift office. This moment had been a long time coming, and the council who waited on the other side of the conference waited with little patients for the pink haired Regent's words.

"For a long time now we, the Principality of Zeon, had fought a long and bitter war. We barely have time to weep before we must charge off again into battle, and though it pains us all, it is what we must do. For our children, and their children and for the world we want to leave behind for them. For Princess Mineva. For the peace that all spacenoids deserve and desire! Although our victories have been great, and still the day is not won. The fight rages on all sides of us, on all fronts. Our enemies are abundant, and they wish to tear the dreams of our children right out their tiny hands! They desire only for the fighting to continue without end, when all we truly desire is peace and independence!
I, therefore, make this decree: We must punish those who wish to tarnish our glorious name first! The Titans must be stopped! And Stopped now! There is no more time to wait and try and reason with madmen! What they do in our name hurts us all, every man, woman and child living in space is threatened by their mere exsistance now. We have a responsibility to put down these runaway curs so our allies and enemies alike can see that we, the True Heart of Zeon, do not share their warmongering attitude!
So I ask you now, do you treasure the children of space? Do you care for their future and their right to live without oppression and war on a daily basis? Then now is the time we must rise up and destroy the traitors and their threat to our peace!"
Even the old men could not deny the power of Haman's words. She had always been persuasive and powerful orator, and now was no different.

When at last their conference had ended Haman took the crown from her brow and sighed heavily. Once the communications where shut off fully, did Minerva climb up in her lap with big saucer eyes. She said nothing as she settled into Haman's lap and began weaving a bit a string around her fingers. The regent put a hand on the child's head and sighed deeply, the little's girls warmth melting the icy fear in her heart.



[2] Some time after the adrenaline afterglow had faded from Haman's heart she might be found in the mess hall, sitting across the table from Mineva, their plates pushed away so make room. Mineva had string around her fingers, woven together just so that when Haman pinched it here and pulled it around, the whole designed changed and transferred easily to her hands.
An old children's game Haman had almost forgotten from her own youth, and now she played it with Mineva.


[3] [private to Hixar]
Haman had sent one of her guards out into the ship to hunt down the Gundam pilot. When the man found Hixar he handed him note penned in pink ink. 'Please come see me when you have the time. I have a business matter I wish to discuss with you. - Regent of the Principality of Zeon, Haman Karn'

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[zeonfunnelcake]

"And this is why I never wear a uniform unless I have to." She laughed softly, rolling her shoulders out from under the weight, she pulled down the zipped of her dress and pushed it back off her shoulder's a little.
"I wish you wouldn't say things like that. It's easier to say them, than hear them." There was a sad flash in her eyes, as if she did not already know what she had ordered them all into. "Even if there is no happy endings for us, I'm thankful for the beautiful moments we've had here together."

[redcomet]

"You're beautiful in one regardless." Char begins looping his fingers into the skirt of the uniform. He knows she wouldn't, but it had to be said regardless. "Ours hasn't begun yet, but you make it sound so final."

He begins lowering it. "A shame you got rid of your outfit from your teenage years..."

[zeonfunnelcake]

"And It's a shame you don't wear the helmet anymore." He could take that anyways he wanted it, she made that clear with the little smile on her face as she said it. "I always found it rather mysterious when I saw it in photos. But then, we all have to grow up and put away the costumes of our youth." She turned under his hands so she could face him, unsnapping the collar of his uniform with deft fingers.
"I sometimes feel like dying tomorrow is more likely than all of living to see our dreams fulfilled. Prehaps I've just grown jaded." As she spoke her lips sought the underside of his chin.

[redcomet]

"It represents a time that passed. It's time I changed my look." She was already removing his own uniform. She was... well, quite skilled at this point. They used to do this quite often, but too many things had gotten in the way up until now.

"We can't think that. There's too much at stake," he answered, his eyes closing as she kissed him. "Besides, that's a topic for another time, don't you think?"

[zeonfunnelcake]

"Mmmmm." She agreed with him with the warm sound on her lips, as she pushed his jacket back off his shoulders with both hands.
"Of course." She run her finger nails lightly across his abs, at times like this, Char would always get his way.

[redcomet]

Didn't he always? At least, when it came to Haman. His jacket removed, he was already working on hers. At least, unzipping it. They'd need to get dressed quickly again after this. Who would know if Kamille or Cynthia or someone interrupted them?

[zeonfunnelcake]

Haman had little care for the world outside this room when she looked at him like this. Even if the 'children' did barge in, it was not as if either of them where naive to think that Char and Haman where not physically active.

"I know that things are chaotic now, but if there is any constant in this universe, it my love for you."

[redcomet]

His hands were running along the bare, smooth flesh of her stomach. She had an incredible body, and it was all his. But he paused, as he heard her very, very heartfelt statement.

"... I love you as well, Haman." He leans in, and presses his lips to hers, pausing in his undressing of her.