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Edda Edda Find all posts by this user being edda is suffering Posts:568 Joined:Aug 2013 Character:Edda Eglantine Server:Balmung Reputation: 303 RE: Outside of Passion [Closed] | #4 10-02-2015, 04:44 AM Edda took to her room quickly after seeing Ser Crofte to her own. The sun had only just set yet every bone in her body felt fatigued. She called for a hot bath to be drawn for her first thing, and was quick to settle into the porcelain tub. Her last memory of the simple luxury seemed quite far away. She did not feel particularly dirty, but there was enough to be said about the heat seeping through her bones, the steam surrounding her in a white haze. It was soothing. Yet still a flurry of thoughts plagued her mind as she reclined in the water, and stared up at the ceiling. It did not feel ideal, still. The retrieval had gone simply enough despite a few unsurprising hiccups, but the entire affair still seemed rather underhanded. It felt unlike her, or perhaps so like her that she felt ashamed of it. The decision was hers, and neither her father nor that man had any idea, nor place to know. She glared at her kneecaps, just cresting above the water. Her goal was vague, one that she could not see clearly. Bringing Coatleque here had almost begun to seem like a mistake. There was no way to know what would happen for sure, and even with as much control as she had now, here in her home, she still felt powerless. There were few options, all seemingly viable, but so… delicate, in their dependency on the whims and hearts of others – a subject Edda was not well versed in. They meet alone. She is overjoyed, confused – yet ever does distance make the heart grow stronger. The news is broken but she does not care, she does not care, she loves him loves him loves him and embraces him- No. Ideal, perhaps, in the eyes of many. But it would solve nothing, for no one. Edda closed her eyes. They do not meet. Edda tells the woman herself. They are ill-acquainted, tenuous contacts at best, and she could not presume to know her heart, her impulses. Confusion, sadness, rage. They blur together at a point and she becomes static, reaching for her blade, not reaching for her blade, fixed desperation, indefinite despair, and she- No. A gamble at best. It would defeat the very purpose of bringing her here at all. Reliance on impulse would be meaningless without the subject present. They all meet together. Long has Edda waited for this day, and she is in love, so much in love. Gloating comes naturally to her and she speaks above him, a chorus of jeering. She alone has been chosen, and there is no place for the betrayed woman that reaches for a knife, easy and available. It is done but Edda is there and there is nothing to stop her, and it is too- No. Even if Ser Crofte was a woman so easily controlled by her emotions, it would be far too much. A solution, but one too soon, one too final. A knock at the door interrupted Edda’s thoughts in one clean motion. “Edda, I’m coming in.” No sooner were the words spoken did her father make his way through the door. Permission was not something he actively sought, and it would not be the first time he came to speak with her while she bathed. He looked down at her and raised an eyebrow before pulling a chair from the far side of the room to sit beside her. He was very close. Edda pulled her thighs to her chest, her hands crossing around her ankles. Eamon leaned forward in his seat. “How are you feeling?” Why he bothered with platitudes would always be a mystery to her, and she responded flatly. “Tired. Wet.” “Any plans for this evening?” She gave him a confused look. “No. Why would I? And with whom?” “Well.” He gave her a rather patronizing look, but she could not say why. “Never mind.” He smiled at her and continued. “Our talks concluded today. I trust you can already guess my decision.” “I do not see why it would have changed.” “Good.” Eamon nodded in approval, before his expression sobered. It was a face for business, and though she could not see, Edda imagined hers was much the same. “Needless to say it will be much more difficult now. He is an ambitious man, and a blind need to posses what he does not deserve will have… changed him. I have seen it before.” “You sound certain.” “I am.” He always was. “For better or for worse?” Eamon frowned. “I cannot say. If he has bettered, it would make your job much easier. Would you like that?” “I’ve no preference.” She kept a straight face. Her hair pooled around her shoulders in the bath. “He is a shrewd man. Proud. It will be difficult either way.” Eamon paused and looked down at his daughter with an appraising eye. He looked amused. “Do you think you can do it?” Edda released her legs and leaned back in the tub. The back of her head rest against the rim and she turned her neck to look at her father fully. “Do you?” “We shall see. You possess such qualities as well. It should not be impossible.” “Are you complimenting me, father?” She smiled wryly. He chuckled, and leaned forward in his chair. “Perish the thought.” The two fell into silence. Edda released a sigh through her nose and turned once more to face the ceiling. She closed her eyes, and could still feel her father looking at her. The two remained like that for several minutes. The steam from the bath began to dissipate. “It will be painful.” Eamon broke the silence in a quiet voice. “I know.” “Knowing that, you will still persist?” If he had spoken to her as such many years ago, before he found peace in his games, before her family began to look at her with unspoken scorn, before the Calamity – Edda might have believed in his sincerity. She was not foolish enough to think he did not care, but what care there was was weighed and measured, a stock to be invested in only the most crucial aspects of his desired result. The pain she expected. The words were another. They felt like poison. She sighed once more and opened her eyes. “Do I have a choice?” “Of course you have a choice,” he said, voice louder. “I do not buy into the saying ‘failure is not an option.’ It is always an option. It is simply a poor one.” “I know what will happen should I fail,” Edda said softly. “I will end it before it comes to that.” He stared at her, mouth drawn into a thin line. “Let us hope it does not come to that, then.” “Yes, let us hope,” she said, her tone becoming short. “What a quandary that would put you in.” “And you, as well.” She glared up at him. He did not know. How could he? He did not need to. “Are you sure it would not please you? To see me so… chastened.” “Edda.” “You already know I am ill-suited for this,” she hissed at him. “Would it feel like revenge, to see me fail?” There was a burning at the back of her eyes. It was clear on her face, enough to give her father pause. “You are uncertain.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes.” Eamon reached out to rest a hand on her damp shoulder. His sleeve brushed the water. “You are not ill-suited for it. It will pass soon, that uncertainty. That fear. Do not think too much of it, at first. Despite what… whatever it was that happened to him, he is not so different than what he was before. He is still a man, blood still courses through his veins. He is not a machine. You will see.” She felt a tightening in her throat. His grip on her shoulder tightened. “Do not cry.” His hand moved to her face and he gripped her chin. He turned her face to look at him. When had his eyes become so grey? “This is the task I have given to you. You know what you must do.” It felt as if bells had passed before Eamon released her and returned to his quarters. Edda remained still for what seemed even longer. The water cooled. The steam disappeared, her thoughts and the memory of her hazy ambition gone with it.

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Outside of Passion [Closed] - by Coatleque - 09-24-2015, 04:52 PM RE: Outside of Passion [Closed] - by Coatleque - 09-27-2015, 05:25 PM RE: Outside of Passion [Closed] - by Coatleque - 09-29-2015, 10:51 PM RE: Outside of Passion [Closed] - by Edda - 10-02-2015, 04:44 AM RE: Outside of Passion [Closed] - by Coatleque - 10-02-2015, 04:15 PM RE: Outside of Passion [Closed] - by Coatleque - 10-02-2015, 08:48 PM RE: Outside of Passion [Closed] - by Coatleque - 10-02-2015, 10:25 PM RE: Outside of Passion [Closed] - by Edda - 10-10-2015, 08:59 PM RE: Outside of Passion [Closed] - by Coatleque - 11-20-2015, 03:45 PM

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