Wrote 237 words today 🎉
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Wrote 237 words today 🎉
wip wednesday once more, here's another wee peek for the edge of the blade
this snippet might suck a little cause i'm sick so doing a once over of it and touching it up a little i may have missed shit :( feckin hate being sick
“Mr Widogast, my thanks for your swift arrival,” The Umavi greets and Essek doesn’t dare turn and face the man who now holds his future in his hands, completely unknowingly. Best to maintain an air of indifference to the proceedings than potentially reveal the truth. He doesn’t trust his own face right now to keep anything secret and he’s sure the naked fear in his eyes would be easily read by even the least perceptive of the room.
“It is my honour, what can I do for you this evening?” Caleb responds cordially, the shuffle of clothing catches in Essek’s ear. A bow, perhaps a small one but enough to soothe the Umavi’s ego. A good move.
“It seems I did not receive an invitation to your wedding to my son, may I ask why?” Deirta questions, her tone flippant as though it hardly matters but the directness of her questioning gives everyone in the room pause.
“We are not married,” Caleb responds easily and Essek feels something cold and sharp lodge itself under his breast. Of course Caleb would deny it, it’s the truth. He has no reason to lie here, least of all to an Umavi of the dynasty. There is nothing gained for himself or the Mighty Nein by incurring the wrath of one of the major political and religious leaders of Essek’s people.
And despite recent events, their relationship is far from healed. Caleb owes Essek nothing. It’s Essek who is indebted here and he can not expect Caleb to allow for another unearned favour. Especially one that requires more than the most basic of lies. This is a far more elaborate play, one that will continue for some time. Essek doesn’t expect Caleb to sacrifice his time or his reputation on the whim of a desperate man.
He doesn’t expect it. But he had hoped.
The quick denial shouldn’t hurt. But it does all the same. Because hope, no matter how small, is a dangerous creature that takes up far more room than one can afford to lose.
Essek briefly wonders if they’ll visit him at least. Or if he’ll even be allowed visitors.
“Ah thank you for clearing that up, you may go -”
Caleb clears his throat sharply, “Apologies Umavi but you misunderstand, we are not married yet. It is a handfasting,” he clarifies, bulldozing a path through the social faux paus of interrupting an Umavi and somehow ensuring that it’ll be the least of the offences she can take at the same time.
“Excuse me?” Deirta says as cold and as sharp as splintered ice.
“Ah, Essek did mention that it was unheard of in the dynasty. A handfasting is a trial marriage of sorts, a year and a day. After which the couple can either choose to marry or walk away without the issue of divorce and such complications,” Caleb lectures gently, as though it's a small matter. A simple cultural misunderstanding that one can merely dismiss.
“I see,”
“We didn’t invite you as a handfasting is generally viewed by the closest family and friends of the couple,” Caleb continues cheerfully. Essek chokes a little on his tea at Caleb’s very unsubtle insult towards his mother. He almost turns around just to catch the false innocent smile he knows is there but refrains from basking in the small victory to ensure the battle is not lost.
“So you and my son are in fact,” Deirta trails off and Caleb approaches, standing sentry behind Essek’s chair.
“Ja,” Caleb’s hand curls over his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Essek reaches up for it and tries not to cling to him. Caleb’s thumb rubs back and forth comfortingly and it draws his mother’s narrowed gaze. Essek scoots a little closer to Caleb, as though he can hide behind Caleb’s hand like a child’s game of hide and seek.
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