Re: Call: Alexander/Eloise
I dislike weak things upon my tongue. Teas must be sweet, and fags must bite, and spices must burn. There's no point in it otherwise. I loved that about Gabriel, Alexander, he was a perpetually rough corner. I thought he could come to worship me. I thought I could be more than everything to him, but I could not manage it, and then he became everything to me, and he was never here. [Without hesitation.] If you're lonely, you must come to me. I'll make you tea with half the sugar. [She listens to the exhale, and she's quiet moments longer before speaking again.] They'll never be happy, but I don't mind it. Chloe isn't made for happiness, and why should the Donovan heir be happy if we cannot be ourselves? Mother will be delighted that one of us turned out as we ought.