Hello, My Darling Wife

[q]I think artists and writers are the last great truth tellers in our society. In the Senate we try and have a voice, to speak truths into existence there, for the betterment of all, but an artist or a poet might be able to craft something much more passionate than an impassioned speech can give. Our voices are more and more becoming less, to the more outspoken and extreme, so those who would caution progression, or even just moderatism are being drown out and overshadowed by those who want to be… scandalous. Over the top. So it comes back to the arts and sciences to be the places of truth, when politics fail us.[q] It was something Kaczor was passionate about. [q]And I have sat, in the past, and I did somewhat more recently, but that work is not yet on display. We can tour the gallery too, if you like.[q]

It might be a good chance for Ella to learn Kaczor’s biggest secret so she could still run if she wanted to. [q]I find myself passionate about the things I care for the most. Can’t seem to shut off the want to talk and gush about them, honestly.[q] That blush, and laugh – Gods help her, she was going to be the death of her, and Kaczor could already tell. This was what she had been warned about. Finding someone that complemented a life so easily, so completely, that it would be effortless to be one’s self around them. She paused before she gently touched a finger tip to Ella’s reddened nose tip, making a soft sound as she did so, and grinning. [q]You’re red.. If I was a cruder person, I’d think you were trying to flirt with me, Lady Ella. Saying you don;t know a lot about art, inviting me to talk passionately about it. I will if you let me.[q]

Kaczor leaned in some, so that she was able to whisper to the smaller woman. [q]And any time you want to learn about art, just say the word and I’ll whisk you off to some of the artists I know and ask them to tell you anything you want to know, and if that isn’t something you’d like, I’ll learn it myself so I can teach you.[q] She hadn’t meant to to be so flirty, so heavy handed as offer. But already, Kaczor found herself wanting to give to Ella, everything she asked for. Oh, how foolish she’d feel later, but for now, Kaczor was going to enjoy the blush that rose in her finance’s cheeks, making those lips of her redder, brighter, swollen. A kiss.

Kaczor realized she wanted to kiss the other woman, with flushed cheeks, there wanting to know more about her favorite things. It was like she had been sent by the Gods as an apology for all the suitors before being… not her type. [q]In a few hours time together, Lady Ella, I think you’ve bewitched me a little.[q]