Apr. 1st, 2014

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Rabastan's life post-wedding was a quiet affair.

Oh, there was a trip or two outside Vane with Elea. Something that made Gideon happy, as with his employee's return there was a fresh stack of carpets to sell.

But during all this he had one thought always on his mind, if not always at the forefront.

Elea had not yet told him if she had decided to move into his house and live with him.

An inquiry or two—both times answered with an "I haven't made my mind up yet"—and he let the matter go without further comment.

Yet he kept hoping for an affirmative.

He hoped when he helped Merissa move her things out of the house she'd no longer live in, now that she was a married woman.

He hoped when Elea took him along on her search for a new abode.

And he hoped when she asked her parents if she could stay with them while she conducted her search.

Summer turned to fall, and fall to winter.

Still no indication that Elea had anything in mind other than her own place to stay.

It was after the new year that he began to lose hope.

Surely by now she would've said something if she wanted to move in.

With that in mind, he resigned himself to accepting that, despite Elea's love for him, he'd be living alone in his own home.

Perhaps he'd wanted too much from life, and this was life's way of telling him to keep his wants within a reasonable boundary.

Walking down the streets that were now more than half-thawed, lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear someone calling him.

Gideon had closed shop early, and so he'd planned to head to the city limits and have a fly about before going home, since Elea would not be showing up until much later.

They called again, but he continued walking.

Then a tap on the shoulder, and he whirled around.

His heart beat fast as his wand slipped into his hand.

"Sorry," he mumbled, when he saw who it was. "I should've been paying more attention."

"Perhaps then you would not be so jumpy," Elea said, eyeing the wand. "Did you think bandits had jumped you?"

"Sort of."

"Well. I'm no bandit, but I'd still jump you anyways."

Rabastan laughed. It seemed as though Elea didn't think his odd reaction was comment-worthy.

Or maybe she'd comment about it later.

"Walk with me?"


Feeling much better than he had ten minutes ago, he slipped his arm into Elea's, and they walked on, in a companionable silence.

"I'm glad I ran into you, bandits or no bandits."

"Why is that?"

Without preamble, Elea told him that the house hunting had not gone as well as she'd hoped. Most of the places she'd wanted were either claimed or too much for her budget. And while her mother had told her she could stay as long as she wanted, Elea was eager to be on her own again.


"And I've been thinking. About your offer, that is."


His heart beat fast, but for a different reason this time.

"I'd like to live with you."

He stopped, causing her to stumble as she went past him.

"Mind you, I am still looking for my own home. I don't want to mislead you into thinking that my decision is permanent. But if I feel that it is in my best interests, I will make this move a permanent one."

He had no words.



"Are you all right?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

"Good. Are you hungry? I sure am. Let's go get something to eat."

It felt like his feet had wings as Elea led him off for dinner at her favourite restaurant....


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