Freedom. As much as K'mih had craved the Nunh's touch, she felt nothing but relief when it was gone. She could lower her head slightly again. She could wrap a protective arm around her stomach now, fingers digging nervously into her skin. It didn't hurt, not yet.
Her father remained there, unsatisfied by her answers, going as far as to make promises that sounded like honey in the girl's ears. Her open eyes raised to him then, shining with something akin to blind hope. Would he be the only one who could understand? Would he understand the affection and respect she'd always felt? K'mih had always wanted to talk more to him, to get to know him. Now he was giving her one of those rare moments where he'd only look at her, her. And he, too, wanted to talk more to her, to get to know her.
K'mih's expression softened above pink cheeks. A small, shy smile was drawn upon her lips as she lowered her gaze again. He wanted to talk, and so did she. Maybe just this time, before he'd go back to being the Nunh and she'd go back to being a child.
"Father, I..." She started, her voice not raising more than what was necessary. And there was something different and subtle crawling inside her shyness, something else in her soft, slightly forced smile. "...have always wondered... if you had a favourite. Among your partners... or among your daughters..."
Oh, she'd never be his favourite; that much she knew. She was too weak, too immature, too uninteresting. She'd never be his favourite, that was why...
She'd always needed to know that no one else was.
Her father remained there, unsatisfied by her answers, going as far as to make promises that sounded like honey in the girl's ears. Her open eyes raised to him then, shining with something akin to blind hope. Would he be the only one who could understand? Would he understand the affection and respect she'd always felt? K'mih had always wanted to talk more to him, to get to know him. Now he was giving her one of those rare moments where he'd only look at her, her. And he, too, wanted to talk more to her, to get to know her.
K'mih's expression softened above pink cheeks. A small, shy smile was drawn upon her lips as she lowered her gaze again. He wanted to talk, and so did she. Maybe just this time, before he'd go back to being the Nunh and she'd go back to being a child.
"Father, I..." She started, her voice not raising more than what was necessary. And there was something different and subtle crawling inside her shyness, something else in her soft, slightly forced smile. "...have always wondered... if you had a favourite. Among your partners... or among your daughters..."
Oh, she'd never be his favourite; that much she knew. She was too weak, too immature, too uninteresting. She'd never be his favourite, that was why...
She'd always needed to know that no one else was.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
