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where you invest your love, you invest your life
Title: where you invest your love, you invest your life
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): Rieta, Ivlis
Pairing(s): Rieta/Ivlis
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 580
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Lord Ivlis is Rieta's everything.
Notes: Another request.
Lord Ivlis is Rieta’s everything.
That’s not quite true. She has a certain affection for Emalf and Poemi, even though they’re idiots. She likes them enough that she’d rather they not be killed. So, it’s not as though she’s only fond of one person in the world: that would be a lonely existence, especially with as little notice as Ivlis seems to take of her.
But her life is devoted to him, her love and adoration, and she could no more think of betraying him for another master than she could decide to stop breathing. Serving Ivlis is her world. It gives her life purpose.
Ivlis is not an unkind master. Though he punishes failure harshly, he rewards success. He’s rewarded her, too, so that she’s his finest general. She could ask for nothing more.
Nothing at all. Ivlis is a lonely person, afraid to become attached to anyone else. He was a bit warmer toward his underlings before his son abandoned him, but now he won’t open up to anyone, barely even Poemi.
A long time ago, Ivlis was the one to pick Rieta off the ground where she’d fallen from Siralos’s heavens and fix her up, give her a place to stay and something to do now that she was no longer an angel. He hadn’t forced her to serve him, but she’d volunteered, eager to repay him for his kindness.
That hasn’t changed. Rieta will never love another more than she loves her lord, though she may never even feel the slightest affection from him in return.
She’s cleaning the castle again. She cleans more than necessary: it’s habit. Lord Ivlis’s home should be spotless at all times, so she can’t let anything even begin to build up. Besides, it occupies time when she’s bored.
Ivlis is watching her from his throne, occasionally letting out a yawn. There’s nothing else to do today, it seems.
“Lord Ivlis… May I wipe off the throne?” She’s wiped everything else in this room already. She’ll get the mop later and clean the floors.
Ivlis rises from his seat and gets out of the way for her and her giant claws. They make cleaning somewhat difficult, but determination finds a way.
“Thank you.” She sets to work. Normally Ivlis just leaves at this point, but-
“Shouldn’t I be thanking you?” Ivlis asks.
Rieta stops to give her lord her full attention. Ivlis rarely thanks her, especially for menial tasks like this. “It’s not necessary, my lord. I enjoy cleaning for you.”
“It’s still work I don’t want to do myself. Not just this- you do a lot of this kind of stuff. And there’s everything you do as a general-” Ivlis frowns, and the very tips of his hair reddening show that he’s getting frustrated. “Gah. What I mean is, you do a lot that I don’t appreciate properly.”
She feels like she might be going to Heaven again. “Thank you, but it’s no trouble at all if it’s for your sake.”
“...I know.” He looks away from her. “You- You’re a very good subordinate.”
“Thank you. I only do my best for you.”
She expects to be smiling for a week because of this conversation. She’s smiling right now, an unstoppable grin that when he glances back at her causes his lips to quirk up a little in return.
Rieta has the feeling he meant to say something else there, but it can wait. This has made her happy enough.
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): Rieta, Ivlis
Pairing(s): Rieta/Ivlis
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 580
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Lord Ivlis is Rieta's everything.
Notes: Another request.
Lord Ivlis is Rieta’s everything.
That’s not quite true. She has a certain affection for Emalf and Poemi, even though they’re idiots. She likes them enough that she’d rather they not be killed. So, it’s not as though she’s only fond of one person in the world: that would be a lonely existence, especially with as little notice as Ivlis seems to take of her.
But her life is devoted to him, her love and adoration, and she could no more think of betraying him for another master than she could decide to stop breathing. Serving Ivlis is her world. It gives her life purpose.
Ivlis is not an unkind master. Though he punishes failure harshly, he rewards success. He’s rewarded her, too, so that she’s his finest general. She could ask for nothing more.
Nothing at all. Ivlis is a lonely person, afraid to become attached to anyone else. He was a bit warmer toward his underlings before his son abandoned him, but now he won’t open up to anyone, barely even Poemi.
A long time ago, Ivlis was the one to pick Rieta off the ground where she’d fallen from Siralos’s heavens and fix her up, give her a place to stay and something to do now that she was no longer an angel. He hadn’t forced her to serve him, but she’d volunteered, eager to repay him for his kindness.
That hasn’t changed. Rieta will never love another more than she loves her lord, though she may never even feel the slightest affection from him in return.
She’s cleaning the castle again. She cleans more than necessary: it’s habit. Lord Ivlis’s home should be spotless at all times, so she can’t let anything even begin to build up. Besides, it occupies time when she’s bored.
Ivlis is watching her from his throne, occasionally letting out a yawn. There’s nothing else to do today, it seems.
“Lord Ivlis… May I wipe off the throne?” She’s wiped everything else in this room already. She’ll get the mop later and clean the floors.
Ivlis rises from his seat and gets out of the way for her and her giant claws. They make cleaning somewhat difficult, but determination finds a way.
“Thank you.” She sets to work. Normally Ivlis just leaves at this point, but-
“Shouldn’t I be thanking you?” Ivlis asks.
Rieta stops to give her lord her full attention. Ivlis rarely thanks her, especially for menial tasks like this. “It’s not necessary, my lord. I enjoy cleaning for you.”
“It’s still work I don’t want to do myself. Not just this- you do a lot of this kind of stuff. And there’s everything you do as a general-” Ivlis frowns, and the very tips of his hair reddening show that he’s getting frustrated. “Gah. What I mean is, you do a lot that I don’t appreciate properly.”
She feels like she might be going to Heaven again. “Thank you, but it’s no trouble at all if it’s for your sake.”
“...I know.” He looks away from her. “You- You’re a very good subordinate.”
“Thank you. I only do my best for you.”
She expects to be smiling for a week because of this conversation. She’s smiling right now, an unstoppable grin that when he glances back at her causes his lips to quirk up a little in return.
Rieta has the feeling he meant to say something else there, but it can wait. This has made her happy enough.