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thenearshore2017-03-07 09:11 pm
eternalshield) wrote in thenearshore2017-03-07 09:11 pm
[closed] in a material world
Who: Zeno, Ouka, later Kija
What: "Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead," unless the dead one is Ouka.
When: 6-23
Where: Far/Near Shore... around...
Warnings: Nothing yet...
Zeno can be a little excessive.
Giving Kaya the sundress provoked such a reaction in her... It was a little overwhelming for them both. Zeno didn't want to-- it wasn't really upsetting to her (he hoped), but he wanted her getting nice things to be the norm, not the exception. She'd carved her living out of the dirt for eighteen years and she deserved to have her stay in heaven be, well, heavenly.
So he decided that gifts would now be regular, but instead of a whole mess of flowers and snacks and clothes, maybe just one thing.
Though clothes were a priority on that list. And the selection was amazing!
So many colors had to mean so many expensive dyes, but little girls like Ouka were unfazed by them. There were woven designs, embroidered designs, even printed designs in more colors than Zeno could easily count. And different shapes and sizes and all ready-made.
"There's so many of this one!" He held up a sky-blue shirt with criss-cross patterns woven across the front. "Do people ever walk into a place and realize someone is wearing the exact same clothes they are? Wouldn't that be funny?"
What: "Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead," unless the dead one is Ouka.
When: 6-23
Where: Far/Near Shore... around...
Warnings: Nothing yet...
Zeno can be a little excessive.
Giving Kaya the sundress provoked such a reaction in her... It was a little overwhelming for them both. Zeno didn't want to-- it wasn't really upsetting to her (he hoped), but he wanted her getting nice things to be the norm, not the exception. She'd carved her living out of the dirt for eighteen years and she deserved to have her stay in heaven be, well, heavenly.
So he decided that gifts would now be regular, but instead of a whole mess of flowers and snacks and clothes, maybe just one thing.
Though clothes were a priority on that list. And the selection was amazing!
So many colors had to mean so many expensive dyes, but little girls like Ouka were unfazed by them. There were woven designs, embroidered designs, even printed designs in more colors than Zeno could easily count. And different shapes and sizes and all ready-made.
"There's so many of this one!" He held up a sky-blue shirt with criss-cross patterns woven across the front. "Do people ever walk into a place and realize someone is wearing the exact same clothes they are? Wouldn't that be funny?"
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And there goes absolutely everything Zeno just handed him.
Kija doesn't care. He quite simply does not care that he is standing in the middle of a ridiculous warehouse of nonsensical garments, in the middle of a small puddle of same. He is too busy staring at - well, he isn't quite sure who he should be staring at. Ouka is the one who is talking, but Zeno would seem to be by far the most logical candidate when was he planning on telling me any of this Zeno next time I ask you how to keep any kind of a secret please for the love of all that is good and sacred in either of these two worlds TELL ME.
Yes, okay: the wife part is not news. It is deeply, deeply disturbing and troubling in what it implies, but it is not actually news.
That his wife is Kaya, that she is here--
"Does she know of this?!" No, of course she cannot know that, Kaya has not been left anything but the simple fact of her own name. "But... does that not mean you are married again?"
Is that how this works? He turns to Ouka.
"His wife is Kaya?"
Why am I always the last one to know such things?
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He folds the abused fabric as he fabricates an answer in his head. He isn't, exactly, bothered by people knowing. The knowing, that isn't the thing. Nothing changes whether or not people know. It doesn't change his feelings, it certainly doesn't change the past, and he sincerely doubts its effects on the future as well.
"Zeno is sure Hakuryuu made a good impression on his sister," he says brightly, mostly to subtly clue Ouka in on why this is so significant to Kija. Secondary goal is to get Kija to calm down.
The immediate flaws in that plan are the words 'subtle' and 'calm,' Zeno is aware, but nothing ventured, nothing gained...
"Poor Kaya, though. It's not really fair that everyone knows such a private thing about her, when she must never know it herself."
A warning sneaks into that sentence, Zeno's voice gradually becoming firmer, sterner, on each word.
Because it isn't fair. That is Zeno's main concern. There's a particular assumption you can make about married people and it's not really something young girls should have assumed about them. It feels like a complete invasion of Kaya's privacy to give that impression, so he has tried to avoid it. He couldn't deny her specter during that... parade... not when he was going to destroy her, anyway. He owed her that.
But he owes her this, too. This odd ghost of a second chance. She has a chance at a rea... sonable facsimile of a life, without sickness, with mobility and society and comforts and what a terrible, terrible thing it would be, to have some old man who by all rights ought to have been dead before she was even old enough to get married, hold her back?