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08.Aug.13, 09:26 PM
Kira's knuckles whitened as Warkhim suggested she tell Falon. Yes, she would have to do that. She lowered her head in silent agreement with it, but lifted her face a few moments later as he suggested facilitating a talk between them. "No. I can-n do it m-my-yself. Won't say-y a thing to the f-family yet." Her words were hollow.
His further questions made her feel sick, though. He had to know the answers if he was going to be able to help her. Kira's hands clenched together. "The child." It barely came out at above a whisper. "I don-n't w-want..." For a moment she trailed off, then started again. "I know-w mos-s-st men have them at his-s age, b-but he promised he didn't... Could w-wait for me to be r-ready. And he lied." Her eyes were focused on Warkhim's hands in front of her. "I'll have to bear-r for an-nyone I marr-ry. Would rather do it f-f-for someone that didn-n't lie to m-me about it." It was complicated, and she didn't expect Warkhim to understand. "Don't car-re if they hav-ve bas-stards. Don't expect to tr-rus-st them to begin with."
Kira moved to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, a bit that had escaped her tight braid. "As for marrying... I jus-st wan-nt my family to be pr-round of-f me. There's al-lready s-so much wrong with m-me, it's amazing a Cr-rafter as-sked for me to begin-n w-with. But to marr-ry som-meone higher than-n that..." She lifted her eyes to his, and they were shining with tears that she could let herself shed. "They m-might res-spect me jus-st a bit since I would br-ring them honor that way-y."
Kira couldn't even imagine Kimora being kind to her or giving her grudging respect for making such a match, but that didn't stop her from wanting it desperately. She was constantly at war with herself over the desire to run as far as she could from her family and forgetting all about them and madly wanting their approval. Approval always won out since there was no possible way to disappear. It wasn't just Kimora, though. Moran... Moran was good at making his disapproval of his under daughter known.
"If-f they ev-ven thought that I had a chanc-ce at s-something better, they would hate m-me f-f-for not taking it."
Hate her, hit her, beat her for her sheer stupidity in turning it down. The thought of it made the drudge pale. Moran could content himself with a crafter after some time, but if Kimora... No. Kira would never know the end of her sisters fury.
His further questions made her feel sick, though. He had to know the answers if he was going to be able to help her. Kira's hands clenched together. "The child." It barely came out at above a whisper. "I don-n't w-want..." For a moment she trailed off, then started again. "I know-w mos-s-st men have them at his-s age, b-but he promised he didn't... Could w-wait for me to be r-ready. And he lied." Her eyes were focused on Warkhim's hands in front of her. "I'll have to bear-r for an-nyone I marr-ry. Would rather do it f-f-for someone that didn-n't lie to m-me about it." It was complicated, and she didn't expect Warkhim to understand. "Don't car-re if they hav-ve bas-stards. Don't expect to tr-rus-st them to begin with."
Kira moved to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, a bit that had escaped her tight braid. "As for marrying... I jus-st wan-nt my family to be pr-round of-f me. There's al-lready s-so much wrong with m-me, it's amazing a Cr-rafter as-sked for me to begin-n w-with. But to marr-ry som-meone higher than-n that..." She lifted her eyes to his, and they were shining with tears that she could let herself shed. "They m-might res-spect me jus-st a bit since I would br-ring them honor that way-y."
Kira couldn't even imagine Kimora being kind to her or giving her grudging respect for making such a match, but that didn't stop her from wanting it desperately. She was constantly at war with herself over the desire to run as far as she could from her family and forgetting all about them and madly wanting their approval. Approval always won out since there was no possible way to disappear. It wasn't just Kimora, though. Moran... Moran was good at making his disapproval of his under daughter known.
"If-f they ev-ven thought that I had a chanc-ce at s-something better, they would hate m-me f-f-for not taking it."
Hate her, hit her, beat her for her sheer stupidity in turning it down. The thought of it made the drudge pale. Moran could content himself with a crafter after some time, but if Kimora... No. Kira would never know the end of her sisters fury.
