A bit of a ruckus is going on in the living quarters today. Yotsuyu's room is usually almost eerily quiet, as the woman is not given to loudness or chaos.
Today is different.
Today, there is shouting and the shattering of crockery, and the thumping and bumping of bodies racketing around within; and surprisingly, soon enough, not one Yotsuyu, but a pair of them, come bouncing out the door in a flurry of robes and hair. They both have hands wrapped around each other's necks, though they still manage to hiss epithets at one another...
You are worthless! You are weak!, one hisses into the other's face--the one on the bottom growls back, yellow eyes flashing.
"You are everything I tried to extinguish in myself! I cannot let you win! I will not!" Not that it meant much, in the face of the shadow's strength. Still, she reached for the dagger at her belt, still gripping the false one's throat with one hand. She would not give in!
Now do what you will so it hurts no more
Yotsuyu was battered--she felt somewhat like she had on her marriage night with Sahishai. Battered, perhaps, yes. But broken? Oh, no.
She slogged her way up the staircase, yellow eyes blazing with fury. In one hand, she clenched a very specific mirror...
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A bit of a ruckus is going on in the living quarters today. Yotsuyu's room is usually almost eerily quiet, as the woman is not given to loudness or chaos.
Today is different.
Today, there is shouting and the shattering of crockery, and the thumping and bumping of bodies racketing around within; and surprisingly, soon enough, not one Yotsuyu, but a pair of them, come bouncing out the door in a flurry of robes and hair. They both have hands wrapped around each other's necks, though they still manage to hiss epithets at one another...
You are worthless! You are weak!, one hisses into the other's face--the one on the bottom growls back, yellow eyes flashing.
"You are everything I tried to extinguish in myself! I cannot let you win! I will not!" Not that it meant much, in the face of the shadow's strength. Still, she reached for the dagger at her belt, still gripping the false one's throat with one hand. She would not give in!
Now do what you will so it hurts no more
Yotsuyu was battered--she felt somewhat like she had on her marriage night with Sahishai. Battered, perhaps, yes. But broken? Oh, no.
She slogged her way up the staircase, yellow eyes blazing with fury. In one hand, she clenched a very specific mirror...