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witticasterWoolfverse valentiiiiiiiiiiiines.
William brought in the day's post, flipping through it and setting it into piles as always. Bills, William, Archie, junk. Archie was present at the kitchen table for this, but only because he'd happened to linger there with his copy of Coriolanus after getting himself a glass of water.
When, from the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red, he glanced up over the top of his book. It was an envelope, now sitting on his little stack of letters. "What's that?"
"From Scotland," William said, shrugging, and pulled a chair over next to Archie. "Go on, open it."
Archie lifted the envelope and examined the address. It was Gran's handwriting, he knew that much, and more likely than not, it was for Valentine's Day. Only so many explanations for a brilliant red envelope on February 17. She was in the habit of sending cards to Charlie and Margie, he knew, but she'd never actually sent him one before; somehow, he couldn't imagine her sending anyone anything in a coloured envelope, but she must have, since here it was.
Slitting it open, he pulled out the card. For several moments, he found himself staring at the front in disbelief, wondering if it were quite real. To a beloved grandson and wife, it read, except that the word "wife" had been daintily crossed off, and "partner" written in red pen off to the side. William was as silent as he was, frowning at the card in what Archie hoped was merely a confusion similar to his own and not evidence that William felt insulted.
"I," Archie began, and shook his head, smothering a laugh. "I think she might have gotten dementia since I saw her last."
William nodded silently, and Archie was glad to see some look of amusement on his face. Taking this as a good sign, Archie opened the card and this time didn't bother to hide his laughter. "Here, William, listen to this--They don't make cards for your sort. Best wishes to you and William, and have my hope that I might see the man you've decided to live in sin with before I die. Gran."
At this, William laughed, too. AND IDK HOW TO FINISH IT.
William brought in the day's post, flipping through it and setting it into piles as always. Bills, William, Archie, junk. Archie was present at the kitchen table for this, but only because he'd happened to linger there with his copy of Coriolanus after getting himself a glass of water.
When, from the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red, he glanced up over the top of his book. It was an envelope, now sitting on his little stack of letters. "What's that?"
"From Scotland," William said, shrugging, and pulled a chair over next to Archie. "Go on, open it."
Archie lifted the envelope and examined the address. It was Gran's handwriting, he knew that much, and more likely than not, it was for Valentine's Day. Only so many explanations for a brilliant red envelope on February 17. She was in the habit of sending cards to Charlie and Margie, he knew, but she'd never actually sent him one before; somehow, he couldn't imagine her sending anyone anything in a coloured envelope, but she must have, since here it was.
Slitting it open, he pulled out the card. For several moments, he found himself staring at the front in disbelief, wondering if it were quite real. To a beloved grandson and wife, it read, except that the word "wife" had been daintily crossed off, and "partner" written in red pen off to the side. William was as silent as he was, frowning at the card in what Archie hoped was merely a confusion similar to his own and not evidence that William felt insulted.
"I," Archie began, and shook his head, smothering a laugh. "I think she might have gotten dementia since I saw her last."
William nodded silently, and Archie was glad to see some look of amusement on his face. Taking this as a good sign, Archie opened the card and this time didn't bother to hide his laughter. "Here, William, listen to this--They don't make cards for your sort. Best wishes to you and William, and have my hope that I might see the man you've decided to live in sin with before I die. Gran."
At this, William laughed, too. AND IDK HOW TO FINISH IT.
