by Moto Butaj on Thu May 11, 2017 4:21 am
Butaj listens to her with closed eyes. It helps him to remain cool and adamant. Seeing her raises ire and confusion in him, a powerful dissonance between how endearing, understanding and sensible she seems to be now, wounded by his abrasiveness and harsh terms he tries to impose, and the hurt she's done to him. He keeps his eyes shut to preserve his hate of her, he is wary that the more he witnesses from her, the more he may look at the situation through her eyes. He may start to believe that their marriage is something more than an evil made necessary by the cruelty of fate and people. Empathy can't have its way here, he has been fooled once by her gentle appeal before, lulled into a false sense of security and trust in her good intentions, he can't allow this again. He cannot. Not.
And yet, she's accommodated him on things that matter most, children with Yuki included, making her concessions feel repentant, or at least made with avoidance of conflict between them in mind for the time to come. He decides to keep his answers simple this time, so as not to give away his befuddlement, not to waver. "Very well, we'll be raising our... offspring toge... both. Very well, there will be times of presence between the times of absence. Very well, I won't speak against your priestly duties, nor will shun them in public."
The children. There is a lot of unease in thinking about the issue, much of it hard to give shape to even in his mind. And her words about night being theirs... are troubling. He opens his eyes and they meet hers. Bad move. Where is this sandalwood scent suddenly coming from? It hasn't been here before, he can swear.
"...and there will be two then, unless I see you going back on what you pledge to me now after the first. After the second, it... stops." Righteous rage remains the way to go. How old is she even? She's so petite and chipper he can't even tell, with the most of her hidden in that yurt amount of clothing. Even so, she looks so... easy to break. What seemed like an opportunity a moment ago now feels like a problem. "But... if from the start by some folly you mean right now, I don't think it's a good idea. I know it's a bad one. No woman, not even you, despite the weight of your offence, deserves to be taken by a man in my state of mind. If we are to love our child, it can't begin like this."
And yet, imagining himself as the lover he earnestly wished for her before Hotei feels wrong and makes him think ill of the Fortunes even more. A cruel play gods make.
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