closed. though everything eventually passes,

[ipseite]

WHO: Marcus, Julius & Petrana.
WHAT: Petrana is not missing Satinalia again.
WHEN: Current.
WHERE: Their room, the Gallows.
NOTES: It's wholesome Halloweenmas content, but it'll probably segue into some CONTENT WARNING family traumas.

Petrana has forgotten her anniversary with Julius two years running; last year, she realized it was Satinalia only because suddenly she had a pile of gifts before her and, awkwardly, nothing for anyone in return. Adrasteia's reminders have been extremely helpful, and this year—

She is determined. They are going to wear costumes. They are going to give out gifts. She is going to do Satinalia properly, which is why she, Marcus and Julius are all sat on the floor of their shared quarters, passing twine and paper to wrap gifts, making out cards—she has several times already now insisted that they must sign this one, too, Matthias will be specifically receiving a gift from Mme de Cedoux, Mssr Rowntree & Enchanter Julius—and now:

“I have already the sun,” very reasonably, “and it hardly counts as repeating a costume if, and I believe this is correct, none in the Gallows have ever seen me wear it. But one of you must be the moon and one of you the stars.”

Comments

[luaithre]

There's a non-committal vocalisation at Petrana's correction, Marcus head down and pen scribbling as he signs his name, Marcus Rowntree, beneath hers. (He still has yet to settle on how he signs anything off. The instinct to simply name himself 'Marcus' is a Circle instinct that every now and then makes him sound hopelessly informal in correspondence. He follows Petrana's lead.)

The card is handed over, a flick of a gesture with Julius having shifted closer. At some point, they're going to abandon this task in favour of taking advantage of being grouped thusly, cosily on the floor like this, and it is more where his mind has hedged to rather than magical phenomena.

But he equally he would also like to know if this is as when he broke that little man, eyebrow raising slightly.

[overharrowed]

Julius grimaces a bit, embarrassed, as he takes the card. "From a technical perspective ... somewhat. I was modifying Force magic, so something in the same family, though a different spell. From the perspective that the other person involved was much more enthusiastic about the outcome than I was, startlingly identical experiences, though at least she didn't end up in the infirmary as a result."

For Julius's part, there's no temptation to include a surname; it's not even paused over. The title is more of an open question. He's varied the signature thus far depending on who is receiving the card. This time, it's simply Julius. Both options look elegant, a result that he almost certainly practiced as a younger man to get it just how he wanted, made reflexive only by years of repetition.