Apr 4, 2024
Yor week: Day 3 motivation
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Yor week: Day 3 motivation
“Uuhh…. It won’t come off….”
It’s been almost 30 minutes, and yet the blood won’t come off Yor’s hands.
She washes and washes and washes.
The blood is still there.
Under her nails.
Under the cuticles.
She has to clean her dirty hands before she touches Anya’s head and tucks her to sleep
She has to clean these dirty hands before she washes Bond’s pristine white fur.
She has to clean these dirty hands before she tries to cook a new dinner recipe from that book Loid’s bought her.
She has to-...
“Yor, that’s enough.”
Warm hands envelop her trembling one.
“Ju-... just a bit more and-...”
But that hand turns off the faucet and soon envelops her hands in a soft clean warm towel.
“They are already very clean.”
Her husband’s warm and calming voice pulls her from the spiraling thought.
She blinks several times and tries to focus on Loid’s steady taps on her hands. A movement both to dry them at the same time a steady rhythm to guide her breathing.
And it works.
It always works.
Taking several shuddering breaths, Yor finally lifts her face and looks at her husband’s face.
His brows are furrowed when he concentrates on dabbing antiseptics to the scrapes littered her hands.
“I’m sorry.” She is so ashamed. “They are dirty.”
“No, they are not.” Loid’s voice is so benevolent. “They do what they had to do: to raise a boy into a fine man, to keep a child feel safe, to caress a dog to his content, to cook a wonderful meal for a family, and to be the home of a wounded, tired soul of a man.”
Her husband brings her hands close to his mouth and places a kiss on her fingers. “These hands are the hands of the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
Yor blinks hard to keep the tears from falling.
When she feels her husband's hand enveloping her own, she takes a good look at them.
His hands are bigger than hers.
Equally calloused.
Equally bloody.
And yet, his hands are warm.
Strong.
Steady.
Safe.
She feels his tugs. “Let’s go home. I’ll prepare a good bath.”
She manages a watery smile. “Okay.”
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Ramblings:
My entry for day 2 of Yor-week: Hands (AO3) @twiyorbase
I've always love "Hand" themed story for Yor. My favorite stories are "Bad Omen" by @buf309 and this chapter of "Once More with Feelings" by @sometimesiship
Gosh. Both really left me on the floor sobbing. No matter how many times I reread them 😭😭😭
And of course, the panels from Endo's own work
Please let Yor get all the recognition she deserves 😭😭😭😭
Yor's Day
Yor’s day had started off normally enough. She had breakfast with her family as usual. She caught the train to City Hall. Now was in the office listening to her coworkers complain.
Camilla eyed the growing stack of paperwork in the department inbox with distaste. “I hate the end of the month! Everyone procrastinates and then expects us to be able to get all their stuff in on time.”
Millie groaned in agreement. “I can’t believe we have to go through all this today.”
“You have to.” Sharon commented. “I’m taking off early.”
“What seriously?”
“It’s been on the schedule for two weeks. It’s a half day at Eden College. I’m picking up my child and then I booked us both dental appointments.”
“Oh, that was a good idea.” Yor chimed in. She’d have to remember to tell Loid about it.
Camilla rounded on her “And I suppose you’re cutting out early too?”
“Oh, No. Loid is picking up Anya today. I’ll be here till closing.”
Sharon went back to her typewriter. “Lucky you. I wish I could tell my husband it was his day to handle the kids.”
“Well, it makes sense.” Millie said. “It’s not like Anya is Yor’s daughter so—"
“Millie!” Camilla interrupted.
“I didn’t mean it as insult. I was just. . .” Millie trailed off looking at Yor’s downcast expression.
“No. You’re right. I’m just her stepmother.” Yor kept her eyes on the form she was working on even though her eyesight blurred a little. The conversation died down around her and everyone awkwardly got back to work.
For the next couple of hours Yor tried to put all her attention on accounts payable and avoiding typos but the feeling of gloom remained. She barely noticed when Sharon made her exit accompanied by death glares from Camilla and Millie. Maybe if she sped through her paperwork she could leave early. She looked at the department inbox which didn’t seem any emptier. Maybe not.
It was going to be a long, lonely day. Just then Millie cursed quietly and yanked the paper out of her typewriter, tossed it in the trash and loaded another one. Okay, so today wasn’t going to be a day of gossiping and lingering over tea but she wasn’t alone. Why did she feel lonely? She was needed here even if she wasn’t needed--
Goodness, she had to cheer herself up somehow. Maybe for lunch she’d go to a café instead of the basement cafeteria. The food would be better. She might even order dessert. Anything to get out this mood.
A runner stuck his head in the office door. “Mrs. Forger? You have visitors at the front desk.
Yor startled and got up. She didn’t usually get visitors. Her first thought was Garden business, but if that were the case she would be meeting them in a back office not the public area of the building. She pushed open the door into the lobby and began walking toward the desk. Why did her mind keep returning to her family? The man at the desk even looked like Loid from the back. Suddenly her daughter peeked out from around his legs.
“MAMA! HAVE YOU EATEN YET?” Anya called out.
“Inside voice, Anya” Loid hushed her. Then he turned to Yor. “We came to see if you would like to join us for lunch. That is if you aren’t busy.”
Yor looked at them. Anya was still in her Eden uniform; they must have come straight from school. They wanted to see her.
Yor smiled, almost in tears for the second time today. “I’d love to. Let me grab my coat and tell the girls I’m taking my break. There’s a great café just down the street.”
Her day was looking up.
Thread #YorWeek2024 #YorWeek - Day 1: Past 🧵
Yor's past is one of the many elements that any anime/manga consumer wants to know. So far it is known that she and her younger brother, Yuri, grew up in the east of Nielsberg, in Ostania. After losing her parents in the war when they were young, Yor took on the role of her mother and began raising Yuri herself.
At some point, The Garden discovered her, trained her, and she became the Thorn Princess we know, but...what else is there about her?
In the most recent chapters of the manga, specifically chapters 90 and 91, emphasis was placed on how Yor thinks about the loneliness Anya could experience by not having grandparents.
This makes us see that she never knew her grandparents either, but she deprives herself of feeling sadness for “something she never had.”
The next part is in chapter 91, where he gives a very moving speech about what happened in the war with the children, also confirming that their parents died there.
As an extra piece of information, this was heard by Loid, something that was revealed to us in the extras of volume 13.
(the full translation corresponds to @yumeka-sxf and you can read it here: https://tumblr.com/yumeka-sxf/743994000351100928/spy-x-family-volume-13-omake-chapter-translation?source=share…)
These latest mentions of his past have been interesting because they have been quite close. It is also in an arc that is linked to the incorporation of new characters into the work and the mention of the war from another angle.
I can feel that this is just the preparation for something bigger.
It's Yor's time! Yor Week 2024 is here! 🌹
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Yor week 2024 Day 2: hands
Yor week 2024 day 5: hesitation
Yor week 2024 Day 4: Mrs. Forger