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[ukan]

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[ukan]

We found a church that decided to follow the rule of law. It wasn't Catholic, most mainstream churches are still very much against same-sex marriage.

You're handling it better than most people. And I do think you'll like each other. I hope you do, it'll make my life a whole lot easier.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Huh. Guess my only other question is when do I get to meet your h-husband? Husband.

[he repeats it under his breath to get used to the word in this context, with Lark, and wanting to get it right. Another thing from the future he doesn’t mind, if only for the delight he has in picturing what self-righteous church officials might look in response.]

[ukan]

Soon. As soon as you want. He works in the infirmary, you might have met him already.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Don’t much get the chance to go there. But I might have seen him in passing.

[ukan]

[He pulls up a picture. It's Alec in their kitchen mid-something, flipping off the camera.] That's him.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He looks over, and smiles, a little wan]

How does a man compliment another man's beauty in your time? WIthout getting punched in the face?

[ukan]

Some people still get punched. I met Alec here, though, and this place is more accepting.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Then I like his eyes. And his smile, and his way of telling you to fuck off.

[ukan]

[Yeah he can't help but grin] Me, too.

He does, too. Vain little fucker. [So much fondness in the insult.]

You never married?

[atowncalledtreffy]

I had a girlfriend. And a kid on the way, but no. We couldn’t have been married anyway - the church isn’t exactly forgiving towards its enemies.

[ukan]

[he isn't the least bit surprised that Trevor fell for someone who could be described as an enemy of the most powerful entity in that world.]

What is she like?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Sypha? Oh, she’s…..

Well…

You know. She’s a Speaker magician. So she’s very, uh. Insistent on how things should be and she’s so smart.
Much smarter than anyone I’ve ever met, so I don’t know what the fuck she’s doing with me.

Her feet are always cold.

[ukan]

[That last detail makes him grin] And naturally you're where she'll warm them?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[under his breath] Oh my god.

Yes.

She has a, uh. A way of talking, too, I guess. Loads of long, fancy words because that's what her people are like: they're able to memorize languages and stories. And she's stubborn, and she's impossible to argue with, and..

[He's hopelessly head over heels in love with her and it shows]

I don't have any pictures to show you or remember her. Guess there's nothing you can take with you in the afterlife.

[ukan]

You wouldn't trust one from the Admiral?

[atowncalledtreffy]

I'd....get weirded out. It's not that I wouldn't trust him - I don't fucking know him, no one's seen him - but the idea that he'd have to either see her or get inside my head with magic, and I don't like either of those options.

I don't want him knowing about her. Maybe that's stupid or superstitious, but I don't want to invite trouble on her head. Have her get picked up the way Adrian and I were.

[ukan]

If he knows about you he knows about her. But I understand what you're saying.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, I'm glad one of us does.