Lightning Fic #2
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Title~ Leaving
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine, still
Notes~ Lightning fic 2. Emon's one of the current swordsmen of the Own, poor boi. Wrote him up a few weeks ago.
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Lila pursed her lips and folded her arms. She looked like she would start tapping her foot any moment. Emon didn’t know what reaction he’d been expecting for the news he’d just given to his wife, but that certainly wasn’t it.
“You told me we were leaving,” his wife said coldly.
“I know, Lila, but—”
“You told me that once you’d earnt enough money, we’d leave this over-crowded, dusty city and move to Ni-Badra.”
“Yes, but that was—”
“By the beach, Emon!”
The swordsman sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Lila, this was before I’d been accepted into the Own. I thought you’d be happy.”
Lila blinked slowly. “Ecstatic,” she said, enunciating the word more clearly than was necessary. “Do you expect me to believe you’ll remain faithful now you’re with that lot? Youknow their reputation as well as I do, Emon. Two or more months a year when I’m supposed to sit at home, alone, worrying if my husband is going to bed with another, or maybe even be killed. Did you stop to think of that, Emon? How would I be if you were killed one one of these northern campaigns the Own is so famous for?”
Emon scratched his scalp wearily. Somehow, he didn’t think Lila would fret too much if he weren’t to return from one mission or another. “Lila, I promised we’d move to the beach, and I still promise it, we’re just going to have to wait for a little longer until we can leave, that’s all.”
Lila’s stony features turned suddenly soft and helpless. It was a tactic she used often, and Emon already knew the words that were going to spill from her lips. “Would you love that job more than being with me, at the beach?”
The swordsman gave a long-suffering sigh, but he was ready this time. “And would you be happier in a beach house than here with me?”
Momentary surprise registered in Lila’s eyes, before being replaced by the hard expression she almost always wore. “You know, Emon, I think I would be.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine, still
Notes~ Lightning fic 2. Emon's one of the current swordsmen of the Own, poor boi. Wrote him up a few weeks ago.
Lila pursed her lips and folded her arms. She looked like she would start tapping her foot any moment. Emon didn’t know what reaction he’d been expecting for the news he’d just given to his wife, but that certainly wasn’t it.
“You told me we were leaving,” his wife said coldly.
“I know, Lila, but—”
“You told me that once you’d earnt enough money, we’d leave this over-crowded, dusty city and move to Ni-Badra.”
“Yes, but that was—”
“By the beach, Emon!”
The swordsman sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Lila, this was before I’d been accepted into the Own. I thought you’d be happy.”
Lila blinked slowly. “Ecstatic,” she said, enunciating the word more clearly than was necessary. “Do you expect me to believe you’ll remain faithful now you’re with that lot? Youknow their reputation as well as I do, Emon. Two or more months a year when I’m supposed to sit at home, alone, worrying if my husband is going to bed with another, or maybe even be killed. Did you stop to think of that, Emon? How would I be if you were killed one one of these northern campaigns the Own is so famous for?”
Emon scratched his scalp wearily. Somehow, he didn’t think Lila would fret too much if he weren’t to return from one mission or another. “Lila, I promised we’d move to the beach, and I still promise it, we’re just going to have to wait for a little longer until we can leave, that’s all.”
Lila’s stony features turned suddenly soft and helpless. It was a tactic she used often, and Emon already knew the words that were going to spill from her lips. “Would you love that job more than being with me, at the beach?”
The swordsman gave a long-suffering sigh, but he was ready this time. “And would you be happier in a beach house than here with me?”
Momentary surprise registered in Lila’s eyes, before being replaced by the hard expression she almost always wore. “You know, Emon, I think I would be.”