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Hayame ([personal profile] warmare) wrote 2024-02-04 02:00 am (UTC)

SET 😭

[
 She knows, even if she, also, would struggle to find the words to say aloud what “—” was. It was
 those things. Those painful, meaningful, struggling attempts towards something like understanding or comfort. Or friendship. The thing that took the place of what she thinks “normal” friends seem to do, like
 sightseeing, going drinking, and
 having fun. The things they never seemed to do without a wound to patch, that kept a rotting spot of doubt alive in her hearts that maybe
 maybe the two of them, two people who never knew and perhaps never were meant to know what true “friends” were, might just be tragically playing at the word. That “war god” and “warrior”, in the end, was the only real part.

Except he’s here in her garden now, uncalled and unannounced, and he wants to
 ?]



 If you’d like.

[It doesn’t seem the time to insist that guests shouldn’t do chores, that it would reflect poorly on her as a host. Somehow. Cheeks somewhat ruddy despite herself over being seen in such a womanly and domestic scene, she leads him over to the laundry line, setting down the basket and beginning to pull the clothing and sheets down, putting the wooden pins into a pocket of her apron and folding the dried fabrics before depositing them in the basket.

If she looks a little nervous herself, well. Had Hayame possessed any misconception that she might be successfully keeping her relationship with Claude (Khalid) to herself, hidden even from those who called her friend, it had been shattered by the broadcast. And of the Meridian shardbearers she might expect to trawl through the plethora of information to be gained from the tabloids and citizenry gossiping in the aftermath
 it was Set. A sound enough strategy, to glean useful information, but


What- How absurd would it be to announce it now, too late? Should she just pretend it’s not how things are, when a few of the items on the laundry line are very obviously men’s shirts and trousers? (For the record, she is not doing his washing! She had just been doing the washing, and they were dirty, and she isn’t so petty as to clean everything but his clothes!)]


Ah
 Is there some bar you are interesting in granting your patronage?

[Was that a normal thing to say??? The folding is much faster with four hands instead of two, they can go any minute now, but- Ah, they’ve never gone drinking like that, so maybe he doesn’t know
]

I cannot really get drunk on most things
 Is that a problem?

[
 She assumed that gods could just. Decide if they got drunk or not??? But with her large form and metabolism
 Would it still be fun? Her archery students were always complaining it wasn’t when she wouldn’t get intoxicated with them
]

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