[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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[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."