Can you write about Illumi's wife comforting their daughter after a brutal training session, and the daughter is questioning why her father and grandparents do what they do....with Illumi listening in
You hadn’t entirely adopted your husbands stoicism and your intuition nagged that your daughter would be the same.
In infancy she was her most finicky, Illumi placing her back in your arms then leaving the room.
Toddler years to early childhood proved the same, except now her father’s stare - devoid of emotion yet somehow disapproving - would set her straight.
As the years crept by she began to adjust accordingly, as did you.
She knew not to cry infront of him.
That was saved for later in the sacred space that you had created. It would only last for as long as it took you to tend to her wounds after training, but it was appreciated nonetheless.
As she sobbed in your arms after a particularly rough day, you could feel the remaining fragments of your heart shatter.
You wanted desperately to express to her that you felt her pain, but you couldn’t piece the sentences together even if you tried.
This lifestyle has taken its toll on you as well, gradually losing the ability to articulate emotion with each passing season.
She finally pulls away, her long black hair falling on either side of her face.
“Your father says that you’re excelling in your training.” You say at an attempt in reassurance
“I don’t care.” Her voice is calm as though she hadn’t just been in hysterics. You wipe the remaining tears from her cheeks. “Why do I have to train?”
“It’s very important to our entire family. We have to keep our line of work alive. ” She rolls her eyes upon hearing that automated response.
“Robotic just like father. I’m clearly not meant for the family business. I keep getting hurt.”
“That is apart of the process.” Illumi’s impassive voice interjects , causing you both to jump at the sudden annunciation of his presence. “You possess the potential to become one of our strongest assassins.”
“But I don’t want to be.” She expresses.
“I understand your hesitation.” He responds calmly before changing the subject. “I see your injury from earlier is dressed. Why don’t you visit grandfather and tell him how well you’ve done today? I would like to speak with your mother alone.”
Less of a request, more of an order your daughter leaves you both. You wait until you’re sure she’s far gone.
“How long were you there, Illumi?”
“Only a moment.” You open your mouth to speak, only to shut it again. “I’ve been aware of these private emotional outbursts for quite some time.”
“…. And what of them?” You say coming off more defensive than you would like.
He eyes you carefully before speaking again.
“I fear your coddling will interfere with her progress. It will have to end soon.”
Your body tenses at the thought of the wedge this would tear between you and your only girl, at the severe personality change this would bring out in her.
She’d already begun to pick up some of her fathers traits, voice becoming monotone and gaze becoming more distant.
The last thing you wanted to do was add to this deconstruction.
Illumi notices, his eyes trailing down to your hands where your nails now dug into the skin, then back up to your pained expression.
“Please, do not make this difficult.” He closes the distance between you two, bending down to place a half-hearted kiss atop your head before leaving you alone.
annaxmalina
yousharknotpass
areudirty
pixelskylines
andulkaphoto
gummygunk
2087
