Adam Alexie (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} constantguard) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-01-27 22:47:00 |
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Wednesday: November 7, 2007
Who: Constance and Adam
When: Nighttime
Where: The Alexie Cottage
What: Talk of separation of alchemist and elemental.
Constance was beginning to feel it in her bones. Age was catching up with her despite the carmot, and her body had long been worn out before she had begun to take the mineral. Though she wasn't getting physically worse, her mind was fraying at the edges and it would only be so much longer before she stopped the use of carmot altogether.
She wanted to talk to Adam about it and let him know now was as good a time as any to consider the ritual needed to separate them. After all, she wasn't getting any younger and she wasn't going to subject Adam to her fate. The two of them were seated in the living room, and Adam's face showed his worry since he wasn't sure what Constance wanted to talk to him about, even though he knew it was serious. "What is it?" Adam finally asked, breaking the silence.
Constance sighed heavily. "Adam, I'm getting old," she said. "I'm tired, and I'm weary. I don't know how much longer I want to take the carmot."
She could see the confusion on his face. Adam wasn't sure how to react, but another part of him understood her choice. While he could have acted like a child about it, he knew this was serious and it wasn't his decision to make. "So," he began in a quiet voice, "what does that mean?"
"It means we need to talk about our options when it comes to separation."
It was a single sentence, but it conveyed everything she needed to say to him. Constance looked over at Adam, and she saw the warring emotions on his face, but she also saw the acceptance deep in his eyes. He always knew this day would come, and they would have to face it together. They would die together, or they would separate the bond between them and leave Adam free of her. It would come down to one of those decisions, and Constance knew Adam didn't want to leave this world he had come to love so soon. Not when he was just beginning to understand it.
"Okay," Adam murmured, and it was all she needed to hear.
"I'll get some tea," Constance said, getting up from the couch. "When I get back, we'll talk." She made her way to the kitchen, patting Adam's shoulder as she walked by him. It was going to be a long night, and a little hot tea wouldn't hurt to help pass the time.
Who: Constance and Adam
When: Nighttime
Where: The Alexie Cottage
What: Talk of separation of alchemist and elemental.
Constance was beginning to feel it in her bones. Age was catching up with her despite the carmot, and her body had long been worn out before she had begun to take the mineral. Though she wasn't getting physically worse, her mind was fraying at the edges and it would only be so much longer before she stopped the use of carmot altogether.
She wanted to talk to Adam about it and let him know now was as good a time as any to consider the ritual needed to separate them. After all, she wasn't getting any younger and she wasn't going to subject Adam to her fate. The two of them were seated in the living room, and Adam's face showed his worry since he wasn't sure what Constance wanted to talk to him about, even though he knew it was serious. "What is it?" Adam finally asked, breaking the silence.
Constance sighed heavily. "Adam, I'm getting old," she said. "I'm tired, and I'm weary. I don't know how much longer I want to take the carmot."
She could see the confusion on his face. Adam wasn't sure how to react, but another part of him understood her choice. While he could have acted like a child about it, he knew this was serious and it wasn't his decision to make. "So," he began in a quiet voice, "what does that mean?"
"It means we need to talk about our options when it comes to separation."
It was a single sentence, but it conveyed everything she needed to say to him. Constance looked over at Adam, and she saw the warring emotions on his face, but she also saw the acceptance deep in his eyes. He always knew this day would come, and they would have to face it together. They would die together, or they would separate the bond between them and leave Adam free of her. It would come down to one of those decisions, and Constance knew Adam didn't want to leave this world he had come to love so soon. Not when he was just beginning to understand it.
"Okay," Adam murmured, and it was all she needed to hear.
"I'll get some tea," Constance said, getting up from the couch. "When I get back, we'll talk." She made her way to the kitchen, patting Adam's shoulder as she walked by him. It was going to be a long night, and a little hot tea wouldn't hurt to help pass the time.