Open Post: A pair of gloves

[sporesprouter]

Tress was an old hand at waiting. She'd waited for Charlie for more than a year once. Having to do it twice was somewhat disheartening at times, but the mansion kind of had more to offer than the Rock had. (Not quite as much as the spore seas, but... nothing ever would.)

The first time she waited, she was the one to go out and fix it herself. (With help.)

This time, though... sometimes waiting apparently works.

There's a flash of red out of the corner of her eye as she passes a lounge. But that's not the important part. She's clearly on her way to the kitchen to cook her heart out. Charlie's here now. Tress is ecstatic.

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[wickedwit]

That I love you too keeps on a guttering light in Claudius's chest, suddenly swelling with hope. He kisses Tress's forehead, and lets her go.

[sporesprouter]

She steps back and takes another deep breath, looking at him. "You be safe too."

[wickedwit]

"Am I not always?" Claudius manages a smile. "No, thou needst not answer. What can I do for thee, between now and then? In what ways can I support thee?"

[sporesprouter]

"I don't know. I... I know you're probably right, but keep an eye out just in case?"

[wickedwit]

"Thou know'st what a gossip I am. I'll keep an eye and an ear, I promise thee."

[sporesprouter]

She nods. "All right. Thank you."