Alixandr Savage should be mental by now. (savagelaw) wrote in wished,
He was absolutely certain that he would never voluntarily leave her. He knew what it was like to be separated from her. Alix wasn’t the kind of guy that just liked the idea of her. He was absolutely in love with her. He had been when she was there before, and he had never gotten over her. There was just something about Trish that was entirely special. He wouldn’t find anyone else out in the world better suited to be with him. Why would he ever give that up again? The thought was ludicrous.
Her expression of happiness was reflected in his own features when she said she didn’t plan to part from him that evening. He could not have received better news right then. Alix made sure that they did not forget her bag from where she’d dropped it on the ground, but he held tightly to her hand. He was comforted by the once-familiar gesture...the way that her hand still fit so perfectly in his. He was busy marveling the small fact when she stopped all of the sudden again. He immediately worried that something was wrong, but her concern could easily be remedied.
His first reaction was to ask her which place, considering he lived out of two homes. One of them was considerably closer than the other, for the purpose that he lived and worked there when he had a lot to do. However, he could never have given up his place in Scotland. That was home to him...it was hard for him to be away from there for too long. He couldn’t imagine what it had been like for Trish to be so far from everything that she loved. All over again, he felt overwhelmed with compassion for her...wanting to hold her close again.
“Of course. It hasn’t changed a great deal in the last few years,” he told her with a bit of a smile. It had changed some with time, as all things did, but she would at least recognize some familiar things. It had always been more space than Alix needed for himself, but he had ended up with it at his father’s insistence just after leaving school. Even still, he didn’t want to part from her...he didn’t want to take the chance, so he held to her tightly and disapparated to his home in Glasgow. They were right there in his living room like they had been hundreds of times before. Everything was tidy and in it’s proper place, but it looked lived in as well, as was his style, “If I’d known I was having company, I would have cleaned,” he teased.