Post by Kenzi Grey on Dec 25, 2017 8:14:03 GMT -5
LACKLANLAND
Christmas...
Coming back to Lacklanland for Christmas was like a dream. Some of my fondest memories had come from the time I had spent here with Sarah. All she ever talked about was how much I would enjoy spending a snowy holiday season at her estate. After her accident, I wondered if I would ever enjoy a single minute of coming back here. The constant poking and prodding of Sabastian Hargrave didn’t help as he sought to undermine Sarah’s authority and push me out of anything to do with the daily affairs of state. Little did he know that I had no such ambition to take over in Sarah’s place while they fought over her capacity to exercise her rights as Queen. My focus was on one thing and one thing only, having the best possible holiday that I could.
It was wonderful having most of our friends here together to celebrate. Angie was her usually bubbly self, Roxy had brought Vinny and the two of them were terrorizing the staff, Milisandre and Bruce were stuck together like peas in an awkward little pod, and AMC and Maki were buzzing around and brightening up the halls with their infectious brand of humor. Only Sativa was missing, and we called her on Skype to wish her well...
"Hey, we just wanted to say Merry Christmas and we hope you get all your wishes fulfilled...seriously...not even kidding!"
It was all so perfect…despite the fact that my wife was confined to chair...
I knew that he bothered her, I knew that she felt lessened by her condition, but I did what I could to let her know that she was still as much the Firestarter as she had always been. We sang songs, told stories, and laughed as we had the best time ever.
When the time came to open gifts, my wife…per her usual, spared no expense…
She gave me a lovely recorded message that did get a bit teary towards the end. She thanked me for honoring our vows and never giving up on her. Most importantly, she thanked me for standing my by promise that, no matter what, I would follow her into the dark. The irony was that she never had to thank me, doing those things were as natural as breathing was to me. I felt privileged to do it. There was no one or nothing that came close to how complete Sarah made me feel. I was never going to give up on her…not now or ever.
She also gave me a lovely set of jewelry; a necklace, bracelets, earrings, and a septum nose ring, which matched my black diamond wedding ring…very chic!
Lastly, she gave me a small mp3 player filled with all of the photos that we had taken together. Many we had taken ourselves, and some had been taken and posted by others. All were cleaned and touched up by her media team, with the date/time/place attached. It was a very sweet gesture, but it there was also a bit of darkness in it as well…almost as if she were making sure I would have a reminder of her and our time together if her catatonia returned…or perhaps something worse.
I appreciated it all the same…
When it was my turn, I felt a bit subconscious. What do you get for someone who can pretty much have whatever she wants? The struggle had been real…
I didn’t know how my first gift would go over. I had commissioned LENA’s designers to create a line of shoes that I knew Sarah would find irresistible. She was an admitted ‘shoe whore’ before the accident, and while her legs were no longer functioning, it was my hope that it would show her that I had faith that she would be whole again. She certainly pretended to enjoy them, if she didn’t love it.
Her fondness for art and mines for each other led me to commission a painting of the two of us together in what had become our favorite pose…heads pressed together as we bonded with one another.
The painting was set in an opulent golden frame. The two of us sat together, hand in hand, as we admired it together.
While we held hands, I recited the poem that I had written for her back in March. It seemed fitting still…especially now…
A tear slipped down my cheek, but it was not sadness…I was happy…the happiest I had ever been…she was mine…
Christmas...
Coming back to Lacklanland for Christmas was like a dream. Some of my fondest memories had come from the time I had spent here with Sarah. All she ever talked about was how much I would enjoy spending a snowy holiday season at her estate. After her accident, I wondered if I would ever enjoy a single minute of coming back here. The constant poking and prodding of Sabastian Hargrave didn’t help as he sought to undermine Sarah’s authority and push me out of anything to do with the daily affairs of state. Little did he know that I had no such ambition to take over in Sarah’s place while they fought over her capacity to exercise her rights as Queen. My focus was on one thing and one thing only, having the best possible holiday that I could.
It was wonderful having most of our friends here together to celebrate. Angie was her usually bubbly self, Roxy had brought Vinny and the two of them were terrorizing the staff, Milisandre and Bruce were stuck together like peas in an awkward little pod, and AMC and Maki were buzzing around and brightening up the halls with their infectious brand of humor. Only Sativa was missing, and we called her on Skype to wish her well...
"Hey, we just wanted to say Merry Christmas and we hope you get all your wishes fulfilled...seriously...not even kidding!"
It was all so perfect…despite the fact that my wife was confined to chair...
I knew that he bothered her, I knew that she felt lessened by her condition, but I did what I could to let her know that she was still as much the Firestarter as she had always been. We sang songs, told stories, and laughed as we had the best time ever.
When the time came to open gifts, my wife…per her usual, spared no expense…
She gave me a lovely recorded message that did get a bit teary towards the end. She thanked me for honoring our vows and never giving up on her. Most importantly, she thanked me for standing my by promise that, no matter what, I would follow her into the dark. The irony was that she never had to thank me, doing those things were as natural as breathing was to me. I felt privileged to do it. There was no one or nothing that came close to how complete Sarah made me feel. I was never going to give up on her…not now or ever.
She also gave me a lovely set of jewelry; a necklace, bracelets, earrings, and a septum nose ring, which matched my black diamond wedding ring…very chic!
Lastly, she gave me a small mp3 player filled with all of the photos that we had taken together. Many we had taken ourselves, and some had been taken and posted by others. All were cleaned and touched up by her media team, with the date/time/place attached. It was a very sweet gesture, but it there was also a bit of darkness in it as well…almost as if she were making sure I would have a reminder of her and our time together if her catatonia returned…or perhaps something worse.
I appreciated it all the same…
When it was my turn, I felt a bit subconscious. What do you get for someone who can pretty much have whatever she wants? The struggle had been real…
I didn’t know how my first gift would go over. I had commissioned LENA’s designers to create a line of shoes that I knew Sarah would find irresistible. She was an admitted ‘shoe whore’ before the accident, and while her legs were no longer functioning, it was my hope that it would show her that I had faith that she would be whole again. She certainly pretended to enjoy them, if she didn’t love it.
Her fondness for art and mines for each other led me to commission a painting of the two of us together in what had become our favorite pose…heads pressed together as we bonded with one another.
The painting was set in an opulent golden frame. The two of us sat together, hand in hand, as we admired it together.
While we held hands, I recited the poem that I had written for her back in March. It seemed fitting still…especially now…
“Every day with you has been a treasure;
The essence of you is priceless…you are mine.
Inside and out your beauty is beyond measure;
More precious than diamonds…you are mine.
A force of nature, you ride the flame;
I burn in your presence…you are mine.
I glow in your wake, my soul you lay claim.
The light inside me revealed…you are mine.
Delicate porcelain, but honed to a fine edge;
You cut into the heart of me…you are mine.
Never to clip my wings was your pledge;
Free, I am your willing prisoner…you are mine.”
The essence of you is priceless…you are mine.
Inside and out your beauty is beyond measure;
More precious than diamonds…you are mine.
A force of nature, you ride the flame;
I burn in your presence…you are mine.
I glow in your wake, my soul you lay claim.
The light inside me revealed…you are mine.
Delicate porcelain, but honed to a fine edge;
You cut into the heart of me…you are mine.
Never to clip my wings was your pledge;
Free, I am your willing prisoner…you are mine.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, but it was not sadness…I was happy…the happiest I had ever been…she was mine…