02-01-2022, 06:47 AM
Chancellor's Manor, Geminus
January 31st, 8:38 PM
Election Day
Chancellor William Lancaster sat at his desk, twirling his pen after a long day's work. The frantic tempo of the Manor's working wing had dwindled to a trickle as the few staff who were working went home to their families. He stared out the large windows of the Manor onto the gardens, an unreadable expression on his face.
Today is the last official day of my administration.[i]
The feelings washed over him like a tsunami, and he leaned back in his chair, admiring every little detail of his office and committing each to memory. [i]I never really appreciated the grandness, the opulence, or status of this room. Over a century of details that Chancellor after Chancellor have overlooked or forgotten. It's a curious thing. He ran his hand across his ornate wooden desk, taking a moment to examine each little detail. Beautiful.
He absentmindedly organized the few papers remaining on his desk, the usual piles of files having been removed and archived. The papers remaining mostly were reports on the situation in Auria and bureaucratic documents needed to manage the interim period and Lancaster's departure. He placed his favorite fidgeting pen back in its place and gave the desk a once over, giving himself a satisfied nod.
The turbulent emotions still ate at him, and he ran one hand through his tousled hair. What will I do? What can I do about all the things I wanted to fix, all the things I could've fixed? How can I go on knowing about all of my failures and how everyone will see them? What can I even do with my life now?
As if sensing his husband's emotional waves, Jacob Trudeau entered the study, his bulky frame occupying most of the doorway. "Are you finished, Mons Amrē? In an instant, Lancaster dismissed his existential thoughts. "Yes, my love. Just finished a few things. Finished for the day. Any news on the election?"
Jacob shook his head. "Nope. The news agencies are incredibly hesitant on showing any predictions, although from what I heard, Stendē and Morrin are in the lead." He glanced down at the Chancellor with a knowing smile. "It'll be nice to finally have some free time to ourselves, regardless of who wins."
Will sighed and smiled, taking his husband's hand.
"Amen to that."
January 31st, 8:38 PM
Election Day
Chancellor William Lancaster sat at his desk, twirling his pen after a long day's work. The frantic tempo of the Manor's working wing had dwindled to a trickle as the few staff who were working went home to their families. He stared out the large windows of the Manor onto the gardens, an unreadable expression on his face.
Today is the last official day of my administration.[i]
The feelings washed over him like a tsunami, and he leaned back in his chair, admiring every little detail of his office and committing each to memory. [i]I never really appreciated the grandness, the opulence, or status of this room. Over a century of details that Chancellor after Chancellor have overlooked or forgotten. It's a curious thing. He ran his hand across his ornate wooden desk, taking a moment to examine each little detail. Beautiful.
He absentmindedly organized the few papers remaining on his desk, the usual piles of files having been removed and archived. The papers remaining mostly were reports on the situation in Auria and bureaucratic documents needed to manage the interim period and Lancaster's departure. He placed his favorite fidgeting pen back in its place and gave the desk a once over, giving himself a satisfied nod.
The turbulent emotions still ate at him, and he ran one hand through his tousled hair. What will I do? What can I do about all the things I wanted to fix, all the things I could've fixed? How can I go on knowing about all of my failures and how everyone will see them? What can I even do with my life now?
As if sensing his husband's emotional waves, Jacob Trudeau entered the study, his bulky frame occupying most of the doorway. "Are you finished, Mons Amrē? In an instant, Lancaster dismissed his existential thoughts. "Yes, my love. Just finished a few things. Finished for the day. Any news on the election?"
Jacob shook his head. "Nope. The news agencies are incredibly hesitant on showing any predictions, although from what I heard, Stendē and Morrin are in the lead." He glanced down at the Chancellor with a knowing smile. "It'll be nice to finally have some free time to ourselves, regardless of who wins."
Will sighed and smiled, taking his husband's hand.
"Amen to that."
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