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The as-yet-unnamed castle, when Martel first arrives there with his scars and his exhaustion and his inability to lay down, doesn't strictly speaking have a chapel. It doesn't strictly speaking have much of anything, in fact, being only more years of abandonment away from being a ruin. The chapel, though, is more of a specific lack; the former inhabitants weren't faithful people of any particular religion and their home (now his home) reflects that.
He ignores it, for a time.
The bedchambers that'll be in use are a higher priority. Candice's suite, and the rooms set aside for Maria and her child. Guest suites for the possibility of Sephrenia (and by extension his own erstwhile brother) visiting. The kitchens, baths. Work and training rooms. A study. The library needs cleaning, repairing, restocking. He has yet to touch the outbuildings and a stable will have to be built almost from scratch before he can think of horses. Receiving rooms, anterooms. His great hall. There's so much to be done and that's only considering what he needs to be in use now, never mind the sheer enormity of the task if he sets about renovating the entire castle.
It keeps him busy; keeps him from thinking about the ache in his chest under the scar that he shouldn't have, shouldn't have risen from, the absurdity of second chances when he'd systematically and deliberately destroyed any he could've had in life.
In a moment, quiet and deciding whether or not he'd meant what came underneath his words, he remembers the chapel that isn't.
He chooses one of the smaller halls, the following week, drafts a plan with Ewar for what it is he'll need. (Dweia? Ewar asks, and he shakes his head, puzzled.) He puts himself in contact with the smith who'd crafted his armor, sketches out a brief explanation of what he wants.
For the time being, he fills it full of candles and fresh flowers, and regretfully cuts pork out of his diet.
[prompt: 'write about something you cleaned up'.
word count: 327
fandom: the elenium
yes i am applying to theatrical_muse finally, eat it.]
and when you're gone, will they say your name?
and when you're gone, will they love you the same?
07 September 2008 @ 03:41 am
[prompt] i'll buy you roses pale red
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23 June 2008 @ 05:44 pm
[narrative] such a difference between who i am and who you see
Martel has work to do--which beyond honing skills left long untouched, he hasn't been able to say in all seriousness for some time. It's been chafing, this lack of purpose, and he's quietly pleased with himself for finding one. A direction of his own, simple as it is. Maria will reacquire his money from where he'd left it in Eosia, he'll buy the place and then he'll at least be occupied until the renovations and...a few minor fortifications are complete.
Stables, too, he thinks as he marks down his to-do list (of course he has a list); he can talk to Candice about that horse when their trip is set. He'll have somewhere to keep the things he's acquiring.
For now, he's seeing about directions, details...he's going to have to guess at her dress size, more than likely, but given previous plans he would've had to regardless. It occurs to him it might not be a terrible idea to mention her excursion to his far-less-wayward brother should he have the opportunity, though if she sets foot in Elenia it won't be from his directions...but the thought of seeking Sparhawk out again...mn. If such an opportunity arises...well, it'd be foolish to keep secrets for the sake of keeping secrets. Particularly the kind of secrets that could be, conceivably, misinterpreted.
(As though he's never done it anyway.)
All the same, his mood is better than he lets on.
Stables, too, he thinks as he marks down his to-do list (of course he has a list); he can talk to Candice about that horse when their trip is set. He'll have somewhere to keep the things he's acquiring.
For now, he's seeing about directions, details...he's going to have to guess at her dress size, more than likely, but given previous plans he would've had to regardless. It occurs to him it might not be a terrible idea to mention her excursion to his far-less-wayward brother should he have the opportunity, though if she sets foot in Elenia it won't be from his directions...but the thought of seeking Sparhawk out again...mn. If such an opportunity arises...well, it'd be foolish to keep secrets for the sake of keeping secrets. Particularly the kind of secrets that could be, conceivably, misinterpreted.
(As though he's never done it anyway.)
All the same, his mood is better than he lets on.