[log] come on hold my hand i want to contact the living

[apostatised]

There are all sorts of things occupying Martel's attention lately - some of them more esoteric than others - but none so distracting he doesn't think to...well, to check in, for lack of a better way of putting it. His handwriting suffers slightly for the pinch of healing skin over his knuckles, but that'll be dispensed with soon enough.

It's a little difficult to schedule a meeting with someone when they live in another universe and your contact with it is...necessarily limited, but Martel can make a good estimate of when she will be around, at least, and do his 'I'm avoiding being easily tracked down in the castle, thus working in the nexus' work nearby her portal.

Rather hit or miss, he thinks disapprovingly, so he'll probably have to see about something more efficient. In light of certain things.

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[hislittlemother.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, however, he's assisted by the fact that the person he'd like to contact has a certain sense about things.

She's there, relaxing with a cup of some tisane or another and enjoying the, er, ambiance.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel brightens almost imperceptibly - unless, of course, you have a certain sense. He tucks away his notebooks (always working on something, lately, few hours spent idle) and approaches her. "Lady Sephrenia?"

[hislittlemother.livejournal.com]

She raises an eyebrow to him curiously.

So formal!

"Yes?"

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Only when he's double-checking that you are who he thinks you are. He got tripped up just the other day. He relaxes - visibly - when she recognizes him. "You don't mind if I join you, little mother?"

Look, he remembered where he left his manners.

[hislittlemother.livejournal.com]

"Will you greet me properly?" she asks, teasing only a little. If one can't tease the ones they love, who can they tease?

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel laughs, maybe surprisingly easily, inclining his head and obliging her. It's not as though he finds this a particular hardship. (One of his hands - the right - on hers is still bandaged, the stitches underneath from a recent injury.) He presses chaste kisses to her palms, and waits obediently for her blessing.

[hislittlemother.livejournal.com]

And with no hesitation, she puts her hands on his face. The words come as naturally as they ever did.

And she kisses his forehead.

One hand strays to his bandages and she asks without words.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

He glances down, curling his fingers around her hand for a moment. "I had a disagreement with a mirror in my quarters," he murmurs, downplaying it. "It'll heal."

[hislittlemother.livejournal.com]

"I see," she says somewhat skeptically.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

He retreats - slightly - to a seat opposite her. "I had a bad few days," he admits carefully. "Not what I intended to discuss with you, though - I've sorted my home out, for the most part, and I'm to be married."

...there's a beat.

"Not in the immediate foreseeable future. Oh - and there was something I'd like to show you, when you'd find it convenient to join me."

[hislittlemother.livejournal.com]

"Married?"

Of course that's what she sticks on. It is, after all, important.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"To Candice," Martel elaborates - he seems pleased, if quietly and almost guardedly so.

[hislittlemother.livejournal.com]

"I had assumed. Was it you who asked her? Or..."

Yes, she's smiling.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"I didn't entirely mean to, but yes, it was." The fact he proposed by accident is still funny, in Martel's opinion, although he hasn't outright laughed about it yet. He leans forward, slightly, spreading his hands. "You seem to approve."

[hislittlemother.livejournal.com]

"I think it's an interesting development," she admits with a nod of her head. "And I don't disapprove."

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"If we can make it all the way to a wedding, I'll invite you," he offers, dry as is his habit.

[hislittlemother.livejournal.com]

"Thinking of running away?" she asks with some amusement.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel doesn't quite laugh, and there's a certain edge to the amusement, but it's there. "The thought hadn't occurred to me."