(1312-06-20) You Make It All Possible
Summary: Happily, after his chilly interview with Chimène, Symon has an even closer friend to help reconcile him to an heir’s necessities.
RL Date: Sun Jun 28, 1312
Related: Follows on from The Great Benefits of Matrimony.
symon etienne 

Symon and Étienne's Chambers — Les Tanières

This small sitting room is wood paneled and cozy. It has a small fireplace with a shared flue, with two comfortable chairs in front of it, with a small table on a green and black rug between them. There is a small writing desk and an X shaped oak foldable chair in front of it.

The floor of the bedroom is made of blackened wood that has aged to be hard as stone. It bears a shallow dip at the door, worn shiny by the passage of feet. There is an oval rag rug made of old clothes in all the shades of the sea in all its moods at the center of the open space. The room is lit by an irregular window, with a deep, padded sill. It has heavy asymmetrical shutters than can be closed completely, or secured on one side, with thick green curtains that can be drawn to hide the window seats. There is simple stained wood paneling. The ceiling is timber frame and plaster. Someone has re-plastered it, embedding a wide assortment of shells from the north coast of Azzalle and the southern coasts of Eisande. In between are smaller bits of mica and iridescent shell fragments that make the ceiling sparkle when a candle is moved.

The furnishings are in the same heavy, sturdy, but simple style as the sitting room. A canopy bed with faded green and black hangings is pushed against one wall, with a heavy chest at the foot. A table and two chairs is set by the windows. The table holds a large brass bowl for washing and an ewer of mildly lavender scented water, assorted cloths, a shaving kit, strops, and some other rather nice male grooming items of clearly local manufacture. A bookshelf mostly holds particularly nice shells and books on astronomy, navigation, and travel, along with a few other items. The bedside table holds a lamp, spare candles, assorted small jars and tools for care of weapons. A few swords and practice blades are propped in a corner.


Étienne has the wine already poured and is awaiting Symon in hose and a loose shirt. He is pacing and likely has been for some time.

Symon returns from Chimène's, having been away for a fair while. He kicks off his shoes at the door. "It's all in m…motion," he says as he comes in. “Everything can move forward from here on. W…we have to decide about dates and so on."

Étienne crosses in a few quick steps to hand him his wine and study his expression, "How did it go? Did you like her? Was she… kind and clever liked we hoped?"

Symon tilts his head slightly at this. "It is hard to tell only from sharing tea once," he says, taking the wine and Étienne's hand. "B-but Chimène gives all assurances. She's a fairly quiet sort. B-but that is all right. She likes b-books. So she m…must be smart."

Étienne strokes his cheek, smiling at him, "I like books, but am not considered smart. he takes a breath, "How did it go otherwise? Do you like her? Will she understand about us? Does she suit you, sweet?"

Symon grins. "I think you're terribly smart," he replies without delay. "She w…will understand," he says confidently. "She has p-probably already b-been told. And apparently she w…waited too b-because of an entanglement of her own. W…which m-may or may not b-be over. That's all right w…with m-me. I think she'll b-be a fine choice." He nods his head once. "I can't w…wait forever for p-perfection. You realize, once I m…marry, I'll have m-more control. M-more m…money. A house p-possibly." He casts his eye around the flat. "Even though w…we love it here."

Étienne wraps an arm around his waist. "I do love it here, but mostly that's because we're here together. We'll be together in the new house eventually, so that's all right. Do you want me at your wedding, sweet? Or will that be awkward?"

"That's true," Symon agrees, drinking wine and then leaning against Étienne. "I think you should come," he says. "Only if I were you, m…maybe I w-wouldn't want to come. B-but it's not about love, of course." He looks into Étienne's eyes. "Do you w…want to come or not?"

Étienne kisses him, breath smelling faintly of the wine he sipped to fortify himself while he waited. "Of course, I'll come, Symon. I know you'll be nervous and it's a big change, but I love you and your happiness is the most important thing. This is a big step towards getting you safe and properly settled. A step towards us formalizing things too." He kisses him again, smiling, "I'm proud of you, Sweet."

Symon seems very glad of the kiss, and his part in it is quite sincere. "Yes, yes," he says, nodding a few times. "It's b-best for all of us. I think it w…will b-be all right. She didn't seem scheming or cruel or any of that, so it w-will all be fine. She knows p-people in Siovale, that is extremely good. She m…might like to stay there sometimes."

Étienne grins and hugs him, "I think it will be all right. I'd feel better if I could meet her, but understand why I can't." He takes a breath, "Will you be all right after? Going home without me? I'll need to go in person to talk to my parents, but I could come visit you after and bring the papers. I… admit, I'm not looking forward to being apart or sending you to That Place alone."

Symon frowns lightly, but after consideration he nods. "No," he says. "It's all right. I think they'll b-be all right. I'm doing w…what I'm supposed to do, it's a girl from a good family. They w…won't have any reason to b-be troublesome. I don't think."

Étienne looks in his eyes, "It's not all right how they've treated you. You deserve to have a champion by your side to stand up for you. I hate that I won’t be there with you."

Symon smiles at Étienne. "Oh, b-but that you even think so m…means so m-much," he says warmly. "Life is complicated. I think m…my father is p-probably not w…well in his health. It m…may feel different than b-before to go home."

Étienne strokes his curls, "I do feel like that. You know I want to be your sword and shield, Love, for the whole rest of your life. If I have my way, once we say our vows in the Temple of Elua, we'll never be parted again. You did not get the love you absolutely deserved growing up, but I will try to make up for it by loving you fiercely the whole rest of your life, sweet, sweet Symon."

"B-but you are," Symon says warmly. "It m…makes everything easier, that you're there. I depend on it." He shrugs his shoulders. "I think it's all right. A lot of p-people like me, and you show m…me love that is m…more real than I ever…" He smiles, blinks, looks aside, looks back at Étienne and kisses him, then pulls back again. "It's all going to b-be w…wonderful. B-but I do have to w…work a little harder now."

Étienne touches his forehead to Symon's. “I know, but I'll be there to help soon enough and you'll have this clever bride of yours. It won't be as bad as all that. I can scribe your letters for you and rub your shoulders when they ache. If the letters start swimming, I'll be there to read to you until they settle down again. I know you can do this, Sweet. You are so much cleverer than they ever gave you credit for, and stronger, and more determined."

Symon nods at Étienne with some resolution. "I usually haven't b-been," he acknowledges. "B-but I feel that w…way m-more now. I'll do b-better now, to m…make sure w-we can have a good life."

Étienne beams at him with the utter faith of the besotted, "It's going to work out just fine! Come sit and tell me what sort of wedding clothes you were thinking of ordering."

Symon walks with Étienne so they might sit together and enjoy some wine. "Oh," he says. "I hadn't gotten to thinking about that p-part yet. W…what do you think?"

Étienne pull him onto his lap, "I think you are going to be terribly handsome. You should probably ask her what colours she likes and have your clothes made to match each other’s. I thought I'd wear my good green tunic for the consortship ceremony unless you wanted to get new clothes for that too."

"That's true," Symon says. "That w…would b-be nice. And she should choose her p-pleasure, too. She should have a gown m…made." He sits on Étienne's lap and looks thoughtfully into his face. "I like the green tunic," he says. "B-but I think you should have something new. B-by then it w…will b-be easy for me to p-pay."

Étienne wraps his arms around his waist and nuzzles his hair, "What colors do you think I'd be handsomest in, Sweet?"

Symon gives Étienne a long, thoughtful look. "Something with gold thread, perhaps," he murmurs. "But I'm not sure. W…we should go to the m-market and look at fabrics so I can see the p-perfect one alongside you."

Étienne peers at him with those lovely cerulean eyes. "How do you feel about blue and gold? You do look handsome in blue. We'll go together and look. Tomorrow perhaps. Tonight, let's celebrate. Kottabos after dinner, maybe?" He hugs him fiercely, "You make me so terribly happy, Symon."

"Oh," Symon says, bobbing his head. "W…we could consider w…wearing the same." He hugs Étienne tightly. "You're m…making it all p-possible for me," he says, and grins over Étienne's shoulder. "Let's celebrate and p-play," he agrees.

Étienne kisses him, so sweet and serious, "You make everything possible for me too, Sweet. Have you thoughts about how to fill the time between now and then?"

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