Logs:AU: What's Love Got To Do With It
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| RL Date: 23 April, 2016 |
| Who: Thedrin, Edeline |
| Involves: Tillek Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: After the not-so-successful match up at Big Bay, Thedrin and his mother speak. |
| Where: Lady Holder's Quarters, Tillek Hold |
| When: Day 1, Month 5, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Daroda/Mentions, Ustelan/Mentions |
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| The trip back from Big Bay was uneventful, if cold -- not even the thick, furred coat keeping out the freezing of between. Edeline must have noticed Thedrin's mood, because she put a hand on his arm, leaning a little -- he was taller than her, now -- guiding him into her sitting room. "Help me with my jacket," she bid him, and dutifully, he helped her out of it, draping it over the back of a chair. "Why her?" Thedrin suspected the question sounded a little whiny, but he didn't care. "Because we need a solid trade agreement on the east coast, and she'll give it to us," his mother replied easily as she sat down, without looking away from the mirror as she fiddled with her earrings. "It's a shame Lady Daroda never had children -- that would have been a much more suitable match for you, but I suppose we'll make do." Thedrin bit back the abrupt urge to scream, Is that all we are to you?, into his mother's face. Just barely. Instead, he took a breath. "I guess she's pretty," he allowed. "Yes," Edeline smiled, "You two would make such cute looking babies." He didn't quite hold back the grimace this evoked. His ma must have caught him, because she gave him a sharp look. "It's your duty, Thedrin." "Yes, ma," he replied, dutifully, stifling the part of him that wanted to scream again. Save it for the meadow. He pictured Yasmine as he'd last seen her -- her hair spread out on the grass as they lay in the meadow, giggling together as they contemplated their future together. He tried to picture Farideh doing the same, but failed -- she was far too stiff and proper to ever consider sitting on the grass, let alone lying on it. "What about Yasmine, ma?" "Hm?" "You know, Lord Ustelan's great granddaughter." "Oh, we already have plenty of alliances with Nabol, dear," his ma said, dismissively. He might've been grating his teeth, but thankfully, she didn't notice this time. "You'll grow to like her in time," his ma said, with the practicality that stung, like his feelings right now meant nothing. I don't want her. I don't want her. I don't want her. "I don't..." the words stuck in his throat. "Hm?" "I don't... want a big wedding, ma," he said, lamely. "Oh, don't be silly. All the notables will want to come. You are my heir, after all." He'd practice. He'd practice, and then say the words to her face. In the meantime, he'd keep the silent scream in his head, only to be let out when he and Yasmine lay in the grassy meadow, feeling their voices bounce off the surrounding landscape. Feeling at peace. |
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Squishy (18:46, 19 June 2016 (PDT)) said...
This made me chuckle. I think I like the dirty pirate better though.
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