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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on Jun 18, 2011 9:48:34 GMT -5
I listened to her story in the broken d'Angeline she spoke. It made it a little difficult, but I got the gyst of it and had to smile.
"Is that why you blushed when I called you prim and proper?" I asked, my smile still wry as I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, "becuase you did something to bring shame upon your family, and perhaps are not as prim and proper as I think you to be?" I queried, "or was it somewhat else, hmm? Perhaps you just did not want to marry and decided to run away?" I chuckled. "And somehow you think that getting what you want then, getting away from this business with the marriage and running from it will make up for... running from it? How does that make any sense. These are strange Gods you serve. So it must be that you did something wrong. Who did you fuck? A lowly servant boy? The butcher's son?" I asked cocking a brow as I looked at her. I wondered idly how much she could take, how long it would take her to either strike out or just throw the coin I had given her back at me, for her to give up.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on Jun 18, 2011 10:08:20 GMT -5
Every word was designed to prick me deeply, and he watched so closely that I had no doubt there was a small demon in him waiting to draw some blood from those wounds in my spirit. Almost shaking in reaction and anger I nevertheless kept walking, my head bowed more to hide my expression behind the loose hair that fell forward to cover my face. I wanted to kick him in the shin, to slap him, to shout- but this was a street, and these people respected their own before newcomers. "Did not 'fuck' anyone," I replied in a firm tone, the urge to speak now completely gone, still shaking slightly as I forced myself to take deep breaths and push toward calm. I just wouldn't answer any questions unless he asked them. "Did run away though, but still have manners, which is why blushed. Think perhaps manners mean different thing here."
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on Jun 22, 2011 11:06:55 GMT -5
I could sense the tension in her voice, could hear it, though I could not see her face past teh wall of dark jet black hair that cascaded forwarded and blocked her profile. I sneered slightly, makin ga face at her, wondering if she could see it through the curtain of her locks before I schooled my features and laughed lightly.
"No no, manners do not mean something different here, just different to me. Each person is an individual here, do all people think the same in your country? Does a bluhs always mean the same thing?" I queried, waving my hand. "Whatever, tis not important. So youran away, but not becuase you were caught dirty handed," I mused. "Then why run away, and why run here of all places? If it is the scorn of Gods you fear..." I chuckled then, shaking my head though I did not finish my words.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on Jun 22, 2011 11:57:29 GMT -5
My hair was thick enough that I couldn't see much past it, but at the same time I knew he couldn't see my clenched jaw, even if he could hear some of the irritation in my tone. This man whose name I didn't even know seemed to want to prickle my nerves more, but what man didn't? They had the power and enjoyed taking it whenever they could. But since he already had it, what else could I do but obey and try to get away when he tired of me? The peace of a concubine or wife came when the man found another new person to rule.
"Yes, always means same thing in public. People try to follow common ways," I replied, raising my head slightly once I'd calmed enough to answer him, trying to hide some of the instinctive apprehension and fear that ran through my blood like icy water when he mentioned the gods. "Came here because was far away, and have heard people are lovely, so good place to hide from everyone." Including the easily distracted ancestors and gods, I thought to myself before continuing. "And because have gods who stay in one place. Ran away to stay alive."
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on Jun 29, 2011 9:32:50 GMT -5
"Interesting," I mused, listening to her story. In truth it was interesting, but I could not help that my little mind kept straying to how she hid behind the fall ofher locks, how her voice was soft and foreign. There was something exotic and arousing about her broken d'Angeline and the accent she brought from her home land, which only added to her otherworldy features, and beliefs.
"But do you not fear that your Gods might speak with our Gods and Kushiel might take on the task of meeting out justice upon you on their behalf?" I asked her, wondering if such words scared her, or if she thought me an idiot. It was no doubt the latter, but perhaps I would surprise her. Not necesarily in a good way, though.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on Jun 29, 2011 9:53:51 GMT -5
It was hard to tell whether he actually cared about what I was saying or whether he was storing it away to use as part of some tale later but I could do nothing but agree to go along with it. How long had it been since someone had asked me such questions? Never maybe, and while I was still a bit cautious of him I had no one else to talk to, and he had paid me for the evening. From what I'd heard of these gods to pay for someone was the god's business. What would they do if I went back on some sort of sacred transaction?
That was the least of my worries for now though, because at his next question my eyes widened and a shudder went through me as I hesitated for a moment, looking up at him to see if I could tell more from his expression than his words. Was there some god of punishment I hadn't heard about yet? The gods could talk amongst each other in Ch'in, even hold trials and hand out divine justice. What if they made their case? "Don't... don't know who Kushiel is," I said, taking a deep breath and trying to push away those racing thoughts. I couldn't help my next question, which was motivated by a shameful sense of fear and self-preservation. "What punishment? How not get it?"
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