[ A carefully-wrapped package makes its way to Tim's residence. Inside are a collection of sugared fruits, nuts, chocolates, and toffee.
Tucked alongside the food is a set of bath oils in various scents, specifically meant to be used with Tim's hot tub. There are also a number of scented candles, and a silver pocket-watch. The inside of the lid bears a painted scene of a mountain river with foaming white rapids.
A note accompanies the gifts, written in a familiar, elegant cursive. ]
So much has changed over the course of a year. At the risk of sounding patronizing -- though I am certain you will take this in the spirit it is meant -- I am proud of you. You have bravery and heart like few I know, and I am glad to call you my friend.
You think so? I'm not so sure. [He didn't feel constantly hated by everyone now which was a nice change, but he didn't really feel that much different either.]
I do feel as if I understand more than I used to. But that's always a good sign, isn't it? If you can look back at your younger self and point out all the things you thought wrongly of.
You have a point. I had always imagined one thing in my mind, the way it came across in stories or tavern's tales. Then there was the reality of how it would have been in court.
I would have been foisted on the first convenient noble daughter they could find for me, and that would have been that.
Just because it's what has happened before, doesn't mean it needs to happen again.
If he felt that way about it-- I take it he was not exactly pleased with the arrangement? Although, I must say, I think he was lucky to have a son like you.
I agree. It's only my lack of efforts that have even brought it up as a viable option.
Neither of them were pleased, at first. By all accounts, they couldn't stand one another. But they grew to. They learned from one another, and from understanding grew affection. Eventually love.
[ Which might explain a little of Anduin's own perspective on such things. Why everyone gets a chance to show who they really are, deep down. ]
By the end, he loved her so fiercely and entirely that nothing could fill the emptiness left behind when she died. Not even me.
Maybe, it would be nice if we'd think to look in the last place first. I suppose it would still be the last place, but at least then it will also be the only place.
I think it can be found in more places than we think. But I still think the arrangement itself is a terrible practice. And I have no intent of following through on it, when I return home.
I don't think wanting to marry someone I have the time to fall in love with, and they with me, should be so much to ask.
But even if there were a way to choose to go home on our own terms, asking her to come with me? That would amount to asking her to leave behind any hope of seeing her home or family again.
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Tucked alongside the food is a set of bath oils in various scents, specifically meant to be used with Tim's hot tub. There are also a number of scented candles, and a silver pocket-watch. The inside of the lid bears a painted scene of a mountain river with foaming white rapids.
A note accompanies the gifts, written in a familiar, elegant cursive. ]
With my deepest respect and fondest wishes.
- A. W.
text; un: ShowStopper
text; un: a.wrynn
Well, yes. I'd be happy to.
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It's almost startling, how far we are from the people we were a year ago.
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Even I've changed, I'm sure.
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I do feel as if I understand more than I used to. But that's always a good sign, isn't it? If you can look back at your younger self and point out all the things you thought wrongly of.
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[No comment about pointing at the things he thought wrongly of. Tim still doesn't think he was wrong. Not really.]
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I would have been foisted on the first convenient noble daughter they could find for me, and that would have been that.
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And from all that he told me, it's not anything to be wished on someone.
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If he felt that way about it-- I take it he was not exactly pleased with the arrangement? Although, I must say, I think he was lucky to have a son like you.
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Neither of them were pleased, at first. By all accounts, they couldn't stand one another. But they grew to. They learned from one another, and from understanding grew affection. Eventually love.
[ Which might explain a little of Anduin's own perspective on such things. Why everyone gets a chance to show who they really are, deep down. ]
By the end, he loved her so fiercely and entirely that nothing could fill the emptiness left behind when she died. Not even me.
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I don't think wanting to marry someone I have the time to fall in love with, and they with me, should be so much to ask.
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I hope you can find that someone, or perhaps, do you think you will try to take Gilia back with you if you find a way home?
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But even if there were a way to choose to go home on our own terms, asking her to come with me? That would amount to asking her to leave behind any hope of seeing her home or family again.
That's a lot to ask of anyone.
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