Poe at least knew enough about the surface to know what London was, though he assumed Visas were that currency he kept hearing about.
“Travel isn’t an issue,” he pointed out, a little confused about it. “I don’t mind London. There are enough museums with our names that there’s usually even a few worshippers around. But we can go there any time. We can go anywhere. All I have to do is build the stairs. As long as you don’t ask me to do it too often, I can take you anywhere you could possibly want.” If she wanted to go more than one place in a day, then yeah, he’d need a nap. “Easiest to places where we were or are worshipped - like that temple. Making stairs there is as easy as a knife through air. China’s harder.”
He pulled the flower from behind his ear, turning it in his fingers. Real proof that she was back. Real proof that she might stay...
“We are your husbands,” he murmured. “We still are. But there’s more to it for us than for mortals. We can feel each other, sometimes. Like ghosts of feelings that aren’t ours.”
They’d felt it, when she’d died. And then they felt the absence, which had been worse than any pain.
“Our hearts are eternally bound. Have been and always will be. You are ours and we are yours, even if you were to leave. We’d still be yours.”
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“Travel isn’t an issue,” he pointed out, a little confused about it. “I don’t mind London. There are enough museums with our names that there’s usually even a few worshippers around. But we can go there any time. We can go anywhere. All I have to do is build the stairs. As long as you don’t ask me to do it too often, I can take you anywhere you could possibly want.” If she wanted to go more than one place in a day, then yeah, he’d need a nap. “Easiest to places where we were or are worshipped - like that temple. Making stairs there is as easy as a knife through air. China’s harder.”
He pulled the flower from behind his ear, turning it in his fingers. Real proof that she was back. Real proof that she might stay...
“We are your husbands,” he murmured. “We still are. But there’s more to it for us than for mortals. We can feel each other, sometimes. Like ghosts of feelings that aren’t ours.”
They’d felt it, when she’d died. And then they felt the absence, which had been worse than any pain.
“Our hearts are eternally bound. Have been and always will be. You are ours and we are yours, even if you were to leave. We’d still be yours.”