That's to be expected, but... [ she'd rather he got some sleep. she almost recoils in surprise when he sits in front of her - the image, a young man in even the basic layers of his Jin regalia, kneeling, is so dissonant, but hadn't she dreamed of this, during the pregnancy? talked to a son who did not yet exist, shared her worries, her hopes?
that, and her long practise looking across at her brothers, has her relaxed enough, familiar enough, suddenly, with this pose, that she reaches forward and begins to take down his hair without thinking about it. it feels natural, even as the voice of her mother, internalised, scolds her for doing the tasks of a servant. ]
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that, and her long practise looking across at her brothers, has her relaxed enough, familiar enough, suddenly, with this pose, that she reaches forward and begins to take down his hair without thinking about it. it feels natural, even as the voice of her mother, internalised, scolds her for doing the tasks of a servant. ]
These beads... When did you start wearing them?