>>5919809“The three of us are spiritually and spatially intermixed, entwined, bound in body, mind, and soul.”
Izzy sets her cutlery down on her plate gently, and meets your eyes, and Costella’s, each in turn and with a strange intensity.
“Tips—Ezreal—is right,” she says, as if stating textbook fact. “It makes no sense to exclude any of the three of us from any union, or to pretend that such a thing is temporary or experimental. We all surely see that this is inevitable.”
“Polygamy isn’t even legal,” you say weakly.
“And I… My parents would FLIP,” Costella whispers, looking shaken. “M-marriage… I mean, I… That would…”
“And I’m not attracted to other women,” Izzy says simply, “but much like legal matters, or outside parties, that’s immaterial.”
“IS it?” you ask, incredulous at this abrupt outburst.
“I think I proved adept enough,” Izzy says simply, “right, Costella?”
You both turn to Costella who is, by now, as red as the jam-and-jelly upon her waffles’ remnants. Slowly, realization dawns.
“You two…?”
“If it’s Costella,” izzy says simply, “it’s fine.”
You feel a stirring below the table at the unbidden mental images that summons up.
“W-we just… Kissed a little!” Costella protests. “Nothing else!”
“Anyway,” Izirina says, “what is the alternative? I want both of you in my life, and that’s what Ezreal wants, too, right?”
“Uh,” you say, “right.”
“And isn’t that what you want, Costella?”
Again, you two mages fix your attention upon the fidgeting, freckled brunette before you.
“It’s just,” she says, “how would it even… I mean, I… I want a wedding someday. So even if you say it doesn’t matter legally… It will matter to my folks. And they wouldn’t want me to be… I mean, a ‘second wife’ or anything. It just sounds so, like… Degrading, you know? I’m not sure -I- want that for me.”
“Who says there is a ‘first’ or ‘second’?” Izzy asks.
“The two of you have known each other FOREVER,” Costella points out. “You know Izzy’s mom, Ez!”
“And you know Ezreal’s father,” Izzy counters. “I’ve scarcely interacted with the man.”
“You’re both WIZARDS!”
“Mages,” you both correct her as one, then exchange an embarrassed glance.
"A-and you've both, you know... DONE it."
The embrassment deepens, and you find yourself looking over your shoulder to make sure nobody is listening in.
“You have way more in common with each other, and you’re smart, and you’re magic, and I’m…” Costella struggles for a moment, and then concludes: “Just ME. But I’m also… I don’t want to NOT be me. I… I want to be a part of things, too, and to belong, and to feel…”
