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lysoke) wrote in makinglies2025-09-27 05:54 pm
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Respite
Respite
The lake is dark and calm with a small breeze by the time they arrive at its shores. The stars above reflect perfectly in the still waters before them, and a small copse of trees lines one side, starting on their side of the river and jumping along the other side.
Chris takes a moment to re-prepare the spell he hadn't been able to cast in five years and gestures vaguely to the area around them as a suggestion for what the others can do. Gathering in the forest, sitting on a nearby over-turned log, it didn't matter to him. What he needed was an hour without interruption.
He settles down on the ground and presses his hands together as he closes his eyes to focus on the image in his mind. Within minutes, the white, shimmering outline of a large building forms in thin air. The gentle glow of its light barely spreads from the growing structure.
As promised, it takes the full hour before the slowly filling-in form is complete and finishes with a jaunty, echoing click.
Chris takes a breath, now sitting in front of the stoop that looks annoyingly like the one he'd passed earlier in the night, and gets back onto stiff legs as the glow fades away, leaving smooth, but otherwise unremarkable, white stone behind.
"Here we are. Home for the next however long we need. I'll start working on food and water next." Once they're inside, anyway, which is why he takes back his things from where he'd left them and leads them into the temple, marked only with the carving of ravens on the black wood of the double doors.
Inside is something just shy of opulence. The same polished white stone makes the walls, though black and gold veins course through the marble. The floor is the inverse, a black stone with white, shimmering speckles like a night sky if looked at for long enough. A single window faced East high up on the wall. The temple was alight with sconces at regular intervals along the walls, illuminating an open area that held all the offerings of comfort Chris could think of.
A large hot-springs-like bath, complete with a miniature waterfall, took up the left side of the room and ran into a smaller, similar bath at dog-height. Next to it, covered by a retractable screen, was a shower. Along the back wall, a raven's head emblazoned the white wall in black and watched out over a set of tables, chairs, and a couple of sofas. The majority of the center was clear for walking, but the right edge and right side of the room held a deeply inset pit of pillows, cushions, and blankets in various soft (black and purple) fabrics.
Finally, in the middle of the right-hand wall, there were two closed doors that, when inspected, revealed one room with a large, soft chair and rug, while the other room was made of nothing but stone with jars, pitchers, and plates on shelves along two walls and a cork wall perfect for catching daggers on the other side.
"I hope it works for everyone. I didn't...I didn't make separate bedrooms this time. I didn't figure we would need them tonight."
Chris takes a moment to re-prepare the spell he hadn't been able to cast in five years and gestures vaguely to the area around them as a suggestion for what the others can do. Gathering in the forest, sitting on a nearby over-turned log, it didn't matter to him. What he needed was an hour without interruption.
He settles down on the ground and presses his hands together as he closes his eyes to focus on the image in his mind. Within minutes, the white, shimmering outline of a large building forms in thin air. The gentle glow of its light barely spreads from the growing structure.
As promised, it takes the full hour before the slowly filling-in form is complete and finishes with a jaunty, echoing click.
Chris takes a breath, now sitting in front of the stoop that looks annoyingly like the one he'd passed earlier in the night, and gets back onto stiff legs as the glow fades away, leaving smooth, but otherwise unremarkable, white stone behind.
"Here we are. Home for the next however long we need. I'll start working on food and water next." Once they're inside, anyway, which is why he takes back his things from where he'd left them and leads them into the temple, marked only with the carving of ravens on the black wood of the double doors.
Inside is something just shy of opulence. The same polished white stone makes the walls, though black and gold veins course through the marble. The floor is the inverse, a black stone with white, shimmering speckles like a night sky if looked at for long enough. A single window faced East high up on the wall. The temple was alight with sconces at regular intervals along the walls, illuminating an open area that held all the offerings of comfort Chris could think of.
A large hot-springs-like bath, complete with a miniature waterfall, took up the left side of the room and ran into a smaller, similar bath at dog-height. Next to it, covered by a retractable screen, was a shower. Along the back wall, a raven's head emblazoned the white wall in black and watched out over a set of tables, chairs, and a couple of sofas. The majority of the center was clear for walking, but the right edge and right side of the room held a deeply inset pit of pillows, cushions, and blankets in various soft (black and purple) fabrics.
Finally, in the middle of the right-hand wall, there were two closed doors that, when inspected, revealed one room with a large, soft chair and rug, while the other room was made of nothing but stone with jars, pitchers, and plates on shelves along two walls and a cork wall perfect for catching daggers on the other side.
"I hope it works for everyone. I didn't...I didn't make separate bedrooms this time. I didn't figure we would need them tonight."
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"I believe I've become something of an expert on your heart, so believe me when I tell you it is full to bursting with love for whosoever you deem worthy. The way you love is breathtakingly fierce and achingly beautiful, Amelia Royer, and I will not have you put down that which I hold in such high esteem. When you want something, you can't help but strive for it head first, hang the consequences, and if it weren't for that drive in you we wouldn't have what we have. So please, don't ever speak poorly of this precious gift you've give me."
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But Wolfe does as he always does and praises what she does with what she has and can give. Her expression softens even more and she offers her hands to him where she sits with Patience's snout over one leg.
"Thank you, love, for telling me all this and saying things I often struggle finding the words for. You're right and I didn't mean to lead you to believe I don't think the same. I don't have reason to speak of myself in such a way, and so I don't. I intended to lift you up, not to cause you worry. I'm sorry that I have, though I admit hearing all your praise of me does make me love you all the more."
Not enough to do something so reckless as to break her word to wait until they've spoken with Chris, but there's another thought in the back of her mind when he brings up how she goes for what she wants regardless of the consequences. Now's not the time, but someday, soon she hopes, she needs to do things right when she asks him officially for his hand.
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Its not deflection, instead he honestly just wants to hold on to feeling good for at least a few hours. He didn't think he could be pulled out of today's funk but she's managed to drag him into the light and he wants to bask for awhile.
"Dinner should be ready soon. I'd say we should tell the others but I think they're having a moment of their own."
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It's the last practical thing she has tonight. Everything else can technically wait until morning when they do their final preparations. Tonight will be the relaxing haven they didn't fully get last night before falling asleep and Amelia is truly looking forward to it purely for the sake of having it. A strange and new thing for her, and one she's very much ready for after years of always being on edge.
She smiles, standing and gently rubbing his arm. "Let them have it. They deserve it after the struggles we've been through today. I'll wash the dishes to keep my hands busy until the last possible moment. There's no need to rush anything now."
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"I can get the dishes, Love. I'd prefer to go to the Shadowfell tomorrow with trousers on," he chuckles as he stirs the pot then pauses thoughtfully. "Do we actually even need to do dishes if they're going to disappear with the rest of the temple?"
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"I was thinking only of rinsing what we used at lunch so we can use them for dinner," she laughs. "But you make a fair point. We can ask Chris about it when he makes it out of the shower." Something she still doesn't want to rush. If he and Jon are enjoying themselves, who is she to interrupt?
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As for Chris and Jon in the shower together he makes no comment. He's not jealous, not of that, but... perhaps simply of the closeness. He should be grateful for the ease he has with Amelia, the way she'd brought the sun out again, and he is. Its no time to be bothered by how he'd left things with Chris. He said he needed a few days, so he needs a few days. Wolfe shouldn't be greedy.
Dammit, this isn't what he wanted to dwell on. Shaking his head to clear it, Wolfe lifts the spoon from the pot to taste. "Pretty good for having no spices or vegetables, if bland. What do you think?"
He offers it to Amelia, his hand cupped under the spoons bottom to make sure it doesn't drip anywhere.
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She leans forward and blows on the liquid in the spoon for a moment before sipping. "Very good for having nothing to add to it but the meat." She smiles warmly up at him. "I imagine your cooking is only going to get better once we have more for you to use. You may even get tired of all the ingredients I intend to ply you with. I may not be able to cook, but I do know what I like in my food."
Is that a challenge? A threat? Probably a bit of both.
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Its a silly image, one he hopes will make her laugh even if she might have misgivings about his decleration.
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The lady is full of poise and cleverness, but that does nothing for her kitchen skills.
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"We could start with bread? I've had a hankering for a good fresh-baked loaf of bread for days." It was such a weird want when he'd been imprisoned. Did he want his freedom? His loves? To not have sex for at least a week? Of course, but above all he wanted a just-from-the-oven soft inside, crunchy outside loaf of bread with half-melted butter to smear on it.
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"I have no idea how to make it. I've never tried or paid attention to someone who was making it before. Warm bread is a nice thing to have." It also requires no spices or herbs, which will make it very easy to make in any temple Chris conjures for them.
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"You mix everything then let the dough rise. Once its risen, you bake it." Surely its that simple. He remembers it being when his mother showed him as a child. "I'll see if I can get an actual recipe somewhere when we get to a town."
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"We can prepare food together, all four of us, and eat meals, and even wind down in the evenings with our various activities. I'll have to find something quiet to do that isnt going to bother everyone though. I'm not... the most adept at that." He likes to be social with his loved ones too much for quiet personal activity.