Impulsive decisions are not usually something that she has to worry about making. Ever since she had Areum, she’s been managing to tighten the reins on her own split-second whims, not giving into them as much as she used to, and even managing to forego them altogether for a while. It’s odd, then, that she seems to have backtracked so much after meeting this boy, and this one is bigger than any she made even before she started getting herself under control. In the cold light of day --- or, rather, the darkness of early evening --- it’s starting to seem more and more likely to be a case of being dickmatized than it is well-informed, intelligent decision making. Shit. Fuck. Married. She married somebody, and as much as their hearts were in the right place according to their beliefs and the world she wants her daughter to grow up in, she knows it was probably stupid of them. If the pack finds out, or when they find out, she doesn’t know what’s going to happen.
Soon she’ll have to bring Areum to meet him, but for now she’s left her with Soren, not wanting to confuse her just yet when she’s already quite confused herself. She’s going to meet him at her apartment now that the sun’s gone down, and she sits now on the edge of her sofa, staring blankly at the stream playing on her TV rather than actively watching it. There’s a lot on her mind, a lot that they need to discuss, and when she hears the front door open, her ears perk up and her chin lifts. “Bolin. It’s so weird to have to wait until it’s dark out to see my own husband.”
