[It's a thought Jill used to have, too, only instead of settling in Rosalith, she'd daydreamed of bringing Clive back to the Northern Territories, showing him a different kind of life. It would never happen, she knew, even as a girl – he had sworn himself to Joshua, and her homeland was already dying when she was forced to leave it behind – but it was a nice story all the same.
They'd have never been free, though, not in Rosalith and not in the North. She wishes they'd have been able to take a kinder path to reach this point, but she's glad that they're here now, bound by their hearts to what matters to them most.
Especially the little things. The ones that are easy to take for granted. Like the gentle press of his lips to her fingers; like those same fingers as she threads them between his, holding his hand as they move through the treehouses, sunlight streaming through the canopy of leaves above and dappling the path before them.
When he mentions the garland, she laughs a bit, just a breathy thing, barely any noise at all. Every time she'd gone to his chambers and seen it hung on his wall with the rest of his mementos, she felt a surge of warmth.]
This time, I'll see you wear one. We'll grow vegetables as well, and make a stew at the end of the season for others to enjoy along with us.
[Cosy sounds just right, and Jill leans ever slightly against Clive as he speaks.]
I'd like that, too. It'd be nice if we could find somewhere with a fireplace and a big bath, and with enough windows that we'll never be lacking for light when the sun is shining.
[A pause, then:]
I hear that the homes change based on the dreams of the people who reside within them, so why not dream with our whole hearts, right?
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Date: 2024-03-22 02:55 pm (UTC)They'd have never been free, though, not in Rosalith and not in the North. She wishes they'd have been able to take a kinder path to reach this point, but she's glad that they're here now, bound by their hearts to what matters to them most.
Especially the little things. The ones that are easy to take for granted. Like the gentle press of his lips to her fingers; like those same fingers as she threads them between his, holding his hand as they move through the treehouses, sunlight streaming through the canopy of leaves above and dappling the path before them.
When he mentions the garland, she laughs a bit, just a breathy thing, barely any noise at all. Every time she'd gone to his chambers and seen it hung on his wall with the rest of his mementos, she felt a surge of warmth.]
This time, I'll see you wear one. We'll grow vegetables as well, and make a stew at the end of the season for others to enjoy along with us.
[Cosy sounds just right, and Jill leans ever slightly against Clive as he speaks.]
I'd like that, too. It'd be nice if we could find somewhere with a fireplace and a big bath, and with enough windows that we'll never be lacking for light when the sun is shining.
[A pause, then:]
I hear that the homes change based on the dreams of the people who reside within them, so why not dream with our whole hearts, right?