Redundant Proposal is Redundant|Malagard, Khelek
Mar 14, 2011 1:58:57 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Mar 14, 2011 1:58:57 GMT -5
Since their last fight--their last major fight--Schuldig had been quietly gnawing away at an idea. Well, two ideas, really, but he'd more or less decided that since he was keeping things together rather well, there was no need to take Zira's advice and bother Mikasi about his thoughts on The Issue. He had, however, decided to hire Mikasi for Zira as either a birthday or an Efilive gift, whichever the man's schedule would best allow.
The first idea was a little more pleasant (and daunting) to contemplate.
He couldn't give Filly what she really wanted. He just couldn't. He could practically feel the panic rising if he even halfway considered the idea. But a wedding...he could stand that. He still didn't see the point of one; they'd been living like they were married for years and since Filly had once been a Force, and the other Forces had let her take a mortal form to be with him, how much closer to "joined in the eyes of the Forces" could they get?
But Filly liked weddings and romance and all the things he hardly ever gave thought to. Schuldig wasn't daft enough to think a wedding would make her stop wanting another child, but it was something he thought would make her happy, and he wasn't dead-set against it. Besides, he was a Soahcian priest now; something being pointless shouldn't be a reason to not do it.
Of course, that didn't mean he was going to go the syrupy romantic route, even if he had paid a visit to the confectioner and the flower-seller. He didn't give two shits about 'romance,' but Filly had a sweet tooth and loved flowers. So when Filly came to their room that evening, it was nice and toasty (not that unusual), there was a box of her favourite sweet on the table (somewhat unusual), and a bouquet of peonies beside it (virtually unheard of).
Schuldig himself was sprawled on his stomach, facing the foot of the bed with his chin propped on one hand so he could watch her reaction.
The first idea was a little more pleasant (and daunting) to contemplate.
He couldn't give Filly what she really wanted. He just couldn't. He could practically feel the panic rising if he even halfway considered the idea. But a wedding...he could stand that. He still didn't see the point of one; they'd been living like they were married for years and since Filly had once been a Force, and the other Forces had let her take a mortal form to be with him, how much closer to "joined in the eyes of the Forces" could they get?
But Filly liked weddings and romance and all the things he hardly ever gave thought to. Schuldig wasn't daft enough to think a wedding would make her stop wanting another child, but it was something he thought would make her happy, and he wasn't dead-set against it. Besides, he was a Soahcian priest now; something being pointless shouldn't be a reason to not do it.
Of course, that didn't mean he was going to go the syrupy romantic route, even if he had paid a visit to the confectioner and the flower-seller. He didn't give two shits about 'romance,' but Filly had a sweet tooth and loved flowers. So when Filly came to their room that evening, it was nice and toasty (not that unusual), there was a box of her favourite sweet on the table (somewhat unusual), and a bouquet of peonies beside it (virtually unheard of).
Schuldig himself was sprawled on his stomach, facing the foot of the bed with his chin propped on one hand so he could watch her reaction.