08-25-2015, 12:23 PM
Recently, Kushiel had been having an internal debate. It was rare for him, to not only think about his behavior, but to debate the best course of action…He was starting to wonder if responsibility had made him boring.
He sighed, long and low, as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders. Should he actually meet Straia? Granted, they had met, or at least he had said his name in her presence, and there was no need for her to say hers. That was pretty obvious. Kushiel was trying to figure out if that should be the extent of their interaction.
After all, he had a good thing going here. He liked the Chamber, and how nobody caused him too much grief.
If he met Straia, she might ask him to do something, or worse, he might say something truly horrendous and be exiled. Kushiel scowled. His mother would just love that. For one fleeting moment, Kushiel wondered if there were too many women in his life. That elicited an actual snort of laughter.
Don’t be ridiculous.
He was fine with women, it was queens that gave him pause. And if he was being absolutely honest, it wasn’t even queens. It was this queen. Kushiel could count the number of times he had made a good impression on one foot, and he didn’t have toes. He wasn’t sure he liked that someone could decide his fate. He didn’t even do that for himself.
However, if he thought about this any longer Kushiel would have to give himself up for lost. He was boring even himself, and that had never happened. There was nobody he loved so well as himself. It was with a sense of recklessness that he sought her out, as if he was thumbing his nose at sense and reason, rather than paying due respects to a monarch. When he did find her, that sense of abandon still clung to him.
“Straia” he said with a grin.
“Fancy meeting you here.” Oh yes, this was going well.
Kushiel
some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall