chrisisofaith | IC Contact

Hello, Chris.

I-- [A beat.] I have a small request of you, and I can pay if possible, but there is a part of my garden, and I know it is the dead of winter, but spring is coming soon, and I was wondering if you-- with magic or whatever you may be able to do-- if you can revive some of the flowers. If it's possible to keep them eternal?

Hmm that’s a good question. I suppose there’s a few ways I could revive it for certain, but I admit keeping it eternal is more the purview of Druids or those clerics with a Nature Domain. I might be able to brew a potion for longevity, but true stasis you might ask another.

Would it last through the winter? I would not mind replanting it. It is just-- they mean something to Pietro and I. I would just like to have them year round if possible.

I understand well.
They could survive the winter, at least. You might reach out to the being Jamie come spring, I know he's got the ability to make something last ever-long.

Tell him he can take up the cost of the service with me since I can't quite fill your request myself.

You're happy with him, then? Thinking of doing anything official about it?

I do not think I know him, but you needn't worry about the cost. I had a feeling you could at least point me in the right direction.

[She hums lightly.] He asked for a permanent contract with me. It is strange to find myself in this situation with someone. To want something with them like this.

His costs are like to be a bit...esoteric, but as you say.

[She could certainly make that decision for herself.]

Is it so strange? I'm curious for why...you're charming and endearing and beautiful. Why wouldn't a man with eyes want to offer you their heart?

I will keep that in mind.

[She hums, a little more in amusement, but his compliments are kind.]

Oh, it has less to do with the fact that I would be a good match, and rather the fact that I would want to put myself in this position. Back home it means something a lot different, so I was adamantly against it despite being forced on the marriage mart.

I remember you mentioning that. That it was an…unsuccessful venture. That there was a boy who caught your eye but wasn’t meant to be.

Entertain a question, if you will:

What do you consider marriage to mean to you?

Yes. [Theo. Her tone stiffens a little, but she's still open to the conversation.]

That is something I have been thinking a lot on actually. I know permanent contracts are not the same, but a similar mechanism here. [She pauses, thinking for a moment.]

It meant submission to me. Before. It meant tying myself down to possibly have even less freedom, less voice. It meant giving a man the say over everything about myself. Here the dynamics are different. Especially with Pietro since I am the Dominant. Not that I think any less of him for these arbitrary roles they assign us.

So for me now? I suppose it is about commitment, caring for someone, wanting to be there for all the good times and the bad. It is loving him entirely.

[Chris smiles gently, unseen.]

Then seems you've got a much better reason for following through with it. Even if this place doesn't see it same or know what appeal it holds, fuck
em: I'd say do it for you and that new meaning you've got. You might not have another shot at grabbing it.

I know. I do.

I love him. Everything else? It does not matter compared to that. And I think I do not want to let that slip away. To have whatever we may for as long as we have it.

There you are. You’ve just grabbed at the only ‘meaning’ there is to life: living it fully and without reserve.

If you two do get married, I’ll be happy to officiate or just make sure you’ve got a rain of petals on your pretty self. You deserve that peace and happiness, Eloise. We can’t know what’s in store for us here beyond it.

I think that is what we have both come to believe. Pietro has already died in his world. And even if we happened to be from the same place, I am 200 years before his time, so it is not like we ever have a chance. Perhaps if this place exists though, there may be some other place. And he has said he would never stop looking for me should he ever get there without me.

So it gives me some sort of hope even if this place still takes from us what we are trying to build. We have talked extensively from the very beginning of our relationship, knowing we have always been on borrowed time. [It hurts to think about, but she knows what they do have is worth it. She has to believe that.]

[There's a soft, affectionate, scoff from his side of the call.]

You've more strength and courage in you than men I've known over twice your age and half your experience.

Let me know if there's aught else I can do for you, lovely. I'll send along a tonic to keep the flower healthy and maybe a little something to ease sore muscles.

For your wedding night, of course.

[She laughs along with that last comment, shaking her head but it is true.]

Thank you. For everything, but especially for being such a true friend.

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