Home is Where the Heart Is (Kelenore)

Subject: Home is Where the Heart Is (Kelenore) Fri Apr 14, 2023 7:10 pm

The couple of weeks that followed graduation had been a time of exploration for Elenore. Kit had, as he always promised he would, looked after her throughout the night of graduation, and though she'd felt trepidation in the early beginnings of their encounter, he'd ensured that she didn't feel anything other than truly cherished for the evening. The witch hadn't remembered falling asleep, honestly. The witch had woken up without her clothes to be found, and Kit's not upon his body either. The man's arm had been tucked around her body, securing her to him in a manner she'd never known, and never wanted to be removed from.

Safe.

That was the only word she would have been able to use to describe that feeling. Kit had woken up after her, and as the man's eyes found hers, she had felt the heat rising in her cheeks. Unsure of how to address the situation, the witch had hid her face against his chest, finding herself unable to even say good morning as the realisation of what they'd done the night before came back fully. The man had gently coaxed her from the shy state, checking that she was alright, and taking time to make sure that there was nothing to be ashamed of. Elenore's hesitant admittance that she had thought these things were for when someone was married had brought the softest laugh from the man -- not in a mean manner -- before he kissed away any worry she had left.

From there, Elenore had not wanted to be separated from the man, and with gentle persuasion, Kit had agreed to share the apartment in New York with her. Temporarily.

Elenore's features had contorted with worry at the idea of the man going away, but the explanation had come through quite quickly. Instead of staying here in New York, the option to move away was put back on the table. That Elenore should find a place for them. Carmel had been Kit's suggestion, and Elenore had set to work almost instantly in the coming days. The witch had spent her time calling real estate agents in the area, the question that had come first had been simple, and yet Elenore had paused.

"What kind of property are you looking for, Miss Clement?"

Elenore had paused, not knowing how to answer that question. Every place she had lived had just... been given to her.

"Je ne sais pas..." The French witch had replied, the uncertainty pushing her back in to the her native language.

"Okay... then, how about a budget?"

Elenore had remained quiet at that, her eyes darting to the door of the room because she hadn't asked Kit any questions like this.

"Miss, if you're just going to waste my ti-"

"Non!" Elenore replied quickly, shaking her head. "Sorry, I just... I didn't ask my..."

"Okay, so we don't know what we want and we don't know the budget. We have a number of properties available, but I think it's best you discuss with your partner about what kind of property you're looking for to help us narrow the search down. I'll be in the office until seven this evening, so give me a call back when you've got some answers, and we'll be more than happy to assist."

Elenore agreed softly before hanging up, feeling more than a little bit overwhelmed with the lack of knowledge she had on their future. Heading back out to find Kit, the witch had been uncertain when she'd asked the questions the she'd been posed by the realtor. For her, as a Clement, money had never been a question she'd had to consider. Kit had never given off the impression that he worried about money either, and yet the conversation had been alien. The man had waved off any worries though, his hands coming to either side of her face to lift her features up towards him as he told her that he would give her anything in the world.

The sincerity in the man's features had been enough to bring a smile to the witch's lips.

A week later, they'd seen a number of properties, but none had met their requirements thus far.

Or rather, Elenore's requirements.

It had been as they climbed a hill just outside of Carmel in the Realtor's car that Elenore's features lit up. The house's views were breath-taking, and though the house was not the grandest, or the newest of builds that they'd seen in the past week, it seemed... right. Elenore's hand had given Kit's a soft squeeze as they moved towards the front door, and the inkling that this could be their home only grew as they moved through the house together. The house had both the modernity Kit would like, but also the traditional feel to it too. A family home, the Realtor had called it, and Elenore wondered how you could tell without any family being here...

By the time they'd finished their walk around the house, and the grounds -- being pointed towards the private trail down to the beach that could be accessed on horseback if one wished, Elenore was sold.

"But... unlike the others, this doesn't have it's own stables."

The news had been something that made Elenore frown. Within her list of things a property required, this had been one of the important parts of her list.

"We asked for that as part of our specifications." Elenore reminded the Realtor shortly.

"I know, but I thought this house would be to your liking, and, I checked with the city and there is scope for planning for construction in the the land. If you were to buy, you could build stables in the land, and these could be put in to your specifications." The Realtor countered. Elenore's eyes would move to Kit at this point. It would be clear that she didn't know whether that would be possible, or something the man would entertain.

"We can build." Kit replied to her unspoken question, and the witch's features shone happily.

"We'll take this one." Elenore said, almost too childlike in the expression. The witch didn't realise that you couldn't just buy a house on the spot.

The paperwork had been expedited -- or, that was what Elenore had been told, because she did not understand how quickly these things usually went -- by Kit and the Realtor. Their home was ready to move in to two weeks later. The move had been simple enough, the home coming ready furnished and their belongings being simple enough to move from New York to Carmel. The staff at her apartment had been sent back to France. New staff had been hired to fill their space.

Which left the summer to be filled with anything else the duo wanted to do.

For Elenore, it had taken the form of composing.

Each morning, the witch would be sat at her grand piano, music playing softly from the instrument as the sun shone through the window. It would be noticeable to anyone who knew the witch that the inflection in the music had taken a happier undertone than anything she'd written before. The witch had found a peace out here in the countryside, away from the hustle of the city, with the man who cared so deeply for her ensuring that everything she needed was at her fingertips, and without what Elenore had not realised before, was a very suffocating team of staff who (in her mind) relayed everything she did to her parents and brother.

The new found freedom looked good on the young witch.

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Subject: Re: Home is Where the Heart Is (Kelenore) Sat Apr 15, 2023 2:00 pm

After graduation, Elenore began to blossom in a way he had never witnessed before. While she was still cautious, hesitant and always somewhat caught off guard to be at the receiving end of such undulated affection, she was definitely coming to the realization that it was all for her, and it had no limitations. Though Kit would never admit it in front of of his paramour, he guessed her upbringings g with regards to physicality mimicked the European traditionalist's tired attitude towards sex. It would be a journey in itself to undo all she had learned of boldly pleasures, or rather how to restrain oneself form them, but he was more than honored to take on the task.

The young witch herself seemed to become less bashful as they days continued, and though it might take an immeasurable amount of time for her to do something as bold as initiate physicality, she was at least learning to reciprocate, to show even enthusiasm to be on the receiving end of such pleasures. And honestly, that was all Kit had ever wanted.

For her to be happy and secure in the knowledge that she was loved.

Because she was more loved than he could ever put into words.

Her refusal to be separated for him for even a few hours had made the decision for Kit. Another time, another place, another life, he may have stood his ground against moving into her fancy apartment for the weeks until they found a new home. But at this time, in this place and in this life, he belonged to Elenore. So whatever she asked for, he would happily give, including giving up his hole in the wall to stay with her.

On her part, the young brunettes didn't seem to want to stay in her apartment for long as he began house hunting almost immediately. The booklet he had provided her with on the eve of her graduation was a good starting point but Elenore had commenced with her own research and started calling up realtors on her own, showing her confidence and independence which could not have bene gained had she not comes to America.

Of course, her interactions with realtors were not always perfect, but Kit would never tell her that. Instead, a separate phone call to the head of the agency would ensure silly things like budgets and square footage were not discussed with his Elenore. She was to have what she wanted, whatever it was, and if lacked for anything, it could always be bult, The agency understood soon enough that if it wanted their business, it would have to cater to their needs. And thus, they began viewing homes.

Or rather, Elenore started viewing homes while Kit looked on to see her reaction. He would know which was the perfects one by the right sparkle in her warm brown eyes.

It slow going, but more enjoyable than Kit had ever thought house hunting to be. As he confessed to Elenore one evening, he had never actually done it before. his own modest home in Carmel had bene bought from a referral more than actual choice and any other property he had purchased had bene for portfolio and tax reasons. Even the home in Surrey had been picked by an agent. "I guess some things were left for me to experience with just you," he'd smiled warmly and bent down to kiss her as the sun set overheard.

In addition to wanting to move away from Elenore's apartment in general, Kit now also found it tedious to keep up the pretense of Kevin Harington, which was a necessity around New York. The staff, their juliard colleagues and even the wait staff at the coffee shops around her place all knew the redheaded young man who often accompanied Elenore. And now the disguise had to eb maintained for them more than for the brunettes it had been conceptualized to begin with. So when Elenore finally chose a property she liked and moving in commenced, kit drained the last of his Polyjuice potion down the sink as a moving in ritual.

"Here's to never having to hide my identity again," he grinned at his young partner, before moving to her and lifting erhu off her feet. Elenore let out a small, happy squeal, knowing exactly what was about to happen because it had happened enough times for her to predict and thoroughly enjoy.

That summer was probably the happiest of Kit Harrington's life, waking up to Elenore either asleep or looking at him, no longer as shy as she initially was, studying him as it trying to memorize his features. He knew without her ever telling him that a part of her would always worry this would disappear. And if he had to spend his lifetime reassuring her otherwise, than that was a small price to pay.

The home boasted eight bedrooms, so right now there was plenty of space to create a large music room for Elenore and a modest photography studio for himself. The configuration of the house was left to the the lady of the house, as were the presences in staff. It was interesting for Kit to get used to a cook, a footman and two maids with a Butler set to arrive soon but once again, the man deferred to Elenore in such matters. As long as she was happy and comfortable, so was he.

Living with each other in such pure contemned also turned out to be a constant source of muse for the both of them. Elenore composed more that she had in her entire time at Juliard while Kit found endless inspiration in the countryside, their home and in the frail young woman who was slowly finding her feet in the world. He had not forgotten about her plan for a Masters in her field, and so one morning as he was sorting through the mail (the Butler had yet to arrive), he saw what could inevitably be her acceptance letter. Smiling to himself, he placed the mail at the table before returning to their bedroom. Elenore had not insisted on separate bedrooms, for which the photographer was endlessly thankful.

An hour later, the two made their way down to breakfast which had been laid to Elenore's liking with their sole footman waiting to serve. Kit helped her to her seat before taking his place beside her. "Oh, it seems you have some letters," he pointed out cryptically, encouraging her to open them.

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Subject: Re: Home is Where the Heart Is (Kelenore) Sat Apr 15, 2023 4:39 pm

The morning had gone much like the one's before it, since moving out to Carmel. Elenore hadn't gotten up from bed in any rush, because they didn't have any plans for the day. Sometimes, Kit would be out of the room before she awoke, but there was something in the air that told her that he wasn't too far away from her. The witch hadn't thought on what that was too deeply, but the slow realisation of what it was was starting to sink in throughout their getting use to the new dynamic.

But that thought still scared the witch more than she would admit.

It was almost as if Kit knew, when those thoughts would creep in to her mind, he always seemed to find her in time, and draw her away from the worry that threatened her mind. That morning had been no different, and the gentle rock of their bodies together as one had pushed any such thoughts from the witch's body. Leaving her in a thoroughly blissed state as she held on to the man above her after they'd finished.

They'd moved from their room a while later, Elenore having changed in to a summer dress that befit the Californian heat, her hair pulled up in to a neat bun to try to avoid the heat.

Breakfast had been served in the similar French style that had become normal in their home. The French pastries and jams filled the table, freshly baked bread, butter sourced locally, and jams made by their new chef were on offer. Fresh fruit juices, and assorted cut fruit were also on display. A cafetiere of coffee had also been put out. Elenore, as she usually did, directed for a small helping of the assorted fruit, and a single croissant from the feast of food available as she took her seat at the table, the footman moved in to action almost at once, fulfilling her order, and then Kit's instructions when he would given them.

Elenore's attention, however, moved to the letters that Kit had pushed towards her.

The witch took note of the letter purposefully put to the top of the pile. Julliard's crest sat upon the paper, and Elenore eyed it nervously for a moment. Kit's hand moved to hers, giving a reassuring squeeze in that moment, and the witch took the strength from that to reach forward. The envelope was thick between her slender fingers, a sign most people would have taken to be good. Elenore reached for the letter opener on the table, and ran it beneath the leaf of the envelope. Sliding the contents from the envelope, Elenore carefully unfolded the thick paper, taking in the date of the first of August upon it, and noting the letter had gotten her in only a few days.

Reading quietly, the witch's features wouldn't give too much away at first. It took her two attempts at reading the statement that Kit had likely already worked out.

"I... have been accepted in to the Masters programme at the school." Elenore finally explained, looking up from the letter and across to Kit with a smile that brightened her face entirely. "My classes start at the end of September..." Looking back to the letter, Elenore pulled the front sheet away from the next, the next couple of pages set out the schedule of classes, and milestones for the Masters, but a disclaimer at the bottom showed that she would be expected to attend classes to be told more.

To anyone else, it would probably have been a given that Elenore would have been accepted back after everything she'd achieved, but having been so used to being overshadowed, and under appreciated in France, the witch had plenty of doubt to deal with.

"I... can't believe it." The witch admitted softly, before a soft laugh escaped her lips. "Will it be okay? For me to travel to New York? I don't plan to stay there for the whole term, for a Masters, it won't be necessary..."

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Subject: Re: Home is Where the Heart Is (Kelenore) Wed Mar 06, 2024 4:57 pm

Kit watched with sight amusement as his young paramour opened the letter, his own black coffee steaming away in front of him, piping hot and American to the core. Their new home may have been inspired intentionally with French influences but the photographer was happy enough to have a cup of instant coffee.

Especially when Elenore looked this contented at the breakfast table.

Her confession that she had bene accepted into her Master Program could only have been a shock to her, Kit reflected as he beamed at her proudly. Elenore was probably the only student who was a shoe in from their batch to excel, but she was also the only one least likely to believe that. "Good to know the school hasn't lost its touch. they can recognize brilliance when they see it."

At her question of whether it was okay for her to travel between California and New York, the dark haired man nodded. "Of course, though if you read closely," he grinned, giving away that he knew a little something about the program. "A lot of this would involve performing around the country, with orchestras assigned to you. I think it would give us a great opportunity to see more of this country, don't you?" In asking so, the man had tried to preemptively soothe her fears. Wherever she went, he would always be with her.

Or perhaps it was his own selfishness he was trying to underscore. Whatever the reason, there was no separating them now.

A fact he would make sure Elenore knew. Again and again, until she believed it.

"Well, I think this merits a celebration, don't you?" he asked, looking across at the petite brunette over his cup of coffee. "Wherever you like, and whatever you'd like to do. I'm at your service M'lady."

The rest of breakfast was given to discussion of her class schedules, which orchestras she would ideally like to perform with and what they planned to do in the evening. The couple rose from the table and linked hands, leaving the staff to clean up after them. That afternoon, Elenore would be looking at some foals who would eventually grow into "proper horses" and Kit would be watching her divide her attention between the horses and her three dogs who had travelled with them, enjoy8ing how well this life suited her.

A life she was allowed to build for herself, free of any other influences, a place that was just hers.

Just like he was.

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