Elaine Hawthorne didn't think she could truly ever be considered a normal person.
Three years previous, she had worked as a curator in a museum, though she considered herself mainly an archaeologist. She had been in Misthallery on a dig when she first met Descole.
The first year of being forced to live with him after being kidnapped by him for her ability to read and translate Azran glyphs, had not been the best. They aggravated each other, annoyed by one another and frustrated.
But yet, despite all of it, they somehow grew to love one another. It had been a slow road, obviously, to get to that stage. Time was needed. A must. For Elaine, mostly because it was her very kidnapper who had gained hold of her heart. The same man who had, undeniably, harmed her and starved her, and at one point played with her feelings of security. For Descole (or his real name, Desmond Sycamore), mostly because of the death of his wife years previous, and the kidnapping of his daughter a year before they first met.
They still made remarks and some insults, but that faded slowly into playful teasing. Most of the time. They were still fully capable of having an argument, no matter what.
But the declaration of love was not made official until their latest adventure, after Desmond was injured in a trap in the Azran sanctuary. I was also where Desmond made his offer to Elaine to come with him to see the world, and be together. While a bit cut off guard, Elaine had accepted later on.
So now, here she was. Living with Desmond, his newly returned daughter, Johanna, and of course Desmond's loyal butler, Raymond.
So far, she had yet to regret her decision.
I didn't think I would post so soon, but I wasn't too tired last night and I had some work done. So I decided, why not? I might even have chapter two out today if we're lucky ;)