Re: Call: Alexander/Eloise
Love is still love, dearest sister. We only crouch it into terms like family, sisterhood, brotherhood to make it less scary, so that we may define what is acceptable. [Amused as one hand pillows his head.] Don't forget the gardens. Do you think me like Pygmalion? Instead of carving you from my imagination, I make you real out of my memories? [A quiet hum.] I haven't sculpted anything in a long while, no clay coming to life under my hands, my fingerprints alighting the surface. Should I make room for a kiln here? [A moment of silence.] Would you prefer that I do it myself?