Kyuden Shika

She showed up. Paper umbrella over one shoulder, fine and elegant blue and brown kimono, hair done simply in a knot at the nape of her neck, dark locks fallen forward and framing features. her expression one of curiosity, a touch more animated than her usual self. "Light of my life," she says to get...

"I doubt very much that Yasu-san would deny you of returning whenever you're able, to visit," Narumi smiles back at that. He wasn't listening, not really, but he was head over heels in love and just told he could marry the one he wanted. Why wouldn't he be deliriously happy?

She took a deep breath.
"If you'll come to mine?" A brave smile slides into place. So long as there is one, if I haven't been arrested at dawn.

Kuni Yasu wrote: ↑

Sat Sep 11, 2021 5:15 am

aww.

And yeah, some apologies for not helping out in her last days effort to push that agenda, largely due to fading activity.

No worries! <3

So what is the blackmail? From an earlier glance at the thread, obviously financial in nature sorts of misdeeds, but I wasn't entirely clear. And watching Narumi swerve between propriety, skulduggery, and drunken 'fuck it' abandon was definitely fun. It's all spilling out now in a thread w Bo but! ...

"They hurt you, I will weigh them down with rocks myself and throw them in the river." She says harshly before it's gone and she raises hands to beckon him to sit with her.
"I don't have any choice. We'll see your magistrate." It's said with finality.

She looked way, way up at her mountain and gave a short, frustrated huff. "This isn't going to go away. The sword will always be there, even when we can't see it, even long after we think it's gone. It won't be forgotten. I won't be forgotten and I'll always be looking over my shoulder." Her breath ...

What he almost says earns him a small, pleased smile. But it's momentary, fleeting. "This morning I awoke expecting not an announcement of my betrothal but.. a summons. I expected to be called in before the Emerald Magistrate and evicted from the miai in shame and disgrace at best, or arrested. I wa...

"But I don't deserve your trust," she argues flatly, and lets go of him to sit on the corner of his futon instead, curling legs underneath her. She glares knives at the folded pile of evidence against her discarded on his floor.

" Relieved is very far away from the word I'd choose," she sets the cup down, lowering her gaze with it and tucks a lock of hair behind one ear. When she raises her eyes again there's an unfamiliar spark to them. "Or maybe it is. It's... unclear just yet. Relieved that this trial is over. Relieved t...