[ Her hand is falling to your shoulder, and then down your back in a gesture that is meant to soothe. She has observed the Hounds as closely as she could, at first because of their proximity to her son and then, because of their own merits.
The night that Brianna Lopez had decided to leave them all she had received a call from the one in their number who had set his sights on becoming one of the Wardens. What she had heard over the phone call from Brigade was grief. When whispers reached her ears that you had not gone on your nightly walk, she had taken time to sit an contemplate the situation. And then Tala, and the pieces fell into place.
She is not surprised that your feelings are what they are. She would question were they otherwise. ]
The road you are on is not one that can be traveled with ease, Mitsuru. [ She lets you go for the moment, folds her hands gently over her lap. ] It is often the case when one's eyes are fixed on the horizon.
[ That leaves him the space to clench his hands together. Better that than get stuck watching the way that they shake.
Doesn't he?
It's the question right on his lips, and yet just considering the possibility of walking away from Joshua LaRue now, even if it's for his own good, rips him apart.
Is that, too, not weakness? Not being able to end things before they get too painful, too destructive. ]
[ She'll watch that and then take a second puff while she lets you recompose yourself.
She's remembering now, the occasions wherein she had been able to watch the Sin-Eater up close. Two float to the surface easily: the look on the boy's face the day she asked him and Brianna Lopez to take you away from the Assassin's bedside; and the way Joshua LaRue had looked when she, Tohru, Asami, the Seer, and the two other Kings who in their own way view you as a son, sat down with him at King's Rest. ]
My son, [ a breath now, for emphasis ( because you are, you are her son ) ] If a question is left unanswered, is it better to let it lie and sit in uncertainty... or is it not wise to pursue the truth?
[ She says that evenly now. It is not her place to tell you whether or not your relationship with the War Hounds' blade leader will be good in the long run. At the end of it, the pursuit of the your relationship with him will only merit her attention if the boy destroys you in ways she cannot allow.
If you leave him, if you can walk away, that is your choice. His feelings are his own. He is not her son. ]
[ Asking him that only makes him aware of what he's been trying not to deal with. That ending them was going to crush him. Wouldn't keeping at it, though, just make things harder for Josh in the long run? Did he have the right to subject Josh to that?
Thinking on that more, though, makes him remember, almost distractedly, the look on Josh's face when the two of them had ended up having an interesting conversation at the Tower. The one that had started everything.
Kid gloves. ]
I'll need to ask him first, huh? How he feels about all of this.
[ Instead of fucking up even more by carrying on with what he believes is right.
[ A couple. That was what they were. Yes, it wasn't like he had never been in a relationship before but could anyone honestly say that those had been normal in any fashion?
He was really, really bad at this.
Sighing now, because the exhaustion's curling his shoulders and bowing his head down low. ]
I think I need to give him some space first. [ A pause. ] I think I need a little bit of space too, to think.
[ Kasumi reaches over and tilts that chin up so that their gazes meet. So young, and yet already so weary. It is not something she has not watched from afar, but tonight is different. ]
Take the time that you need. [ The words are firm, as is the look that she's giving you before she lets you go. ] I will not keep you longer than I should.
[ You have your duties. She also needs the distance again, but at least the groundwork has been laid for you to consider turning to her, even if the foundation is shaky as of yet. ]
[ And he finds that he can't look away from you, because the simple affection and comfort that you've offered him are filed with so much significance that he can't begin to dwell on it without hurting a little more than he already does.
Should he... can he...? ]
Thank you.
[ His voice is soft, about as soft as his lips might feel on your cheek the moment he leans in and kisses you. A filial greeting, he hopes, that does not overstep any boundaries. Then he's turning away and standing up. The bow he gives you before he leaves is low, right to the waist. ]
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The night that Brianna Lopez had decided to leave them all she had received a call from the one in their number who had set his sights on becoming one of the Wardens. What she had heard over the phone call from Brigade was grief. When whispers reached her ears that you had not gone on your nightly walk, she had taken time to sit an contemplate the situation. And then Tala, and the pieces fell into place.
She is not surprised that your feelings are what they are. She would question were they otherwise. ]
The road you are on is not one that can be traveled with ease, Mitsuru. [ She lets you go for the moment, folds her hands gently over her lap. ] It is often the case when one's eyes are fixed on the horizon.
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Tell me about it.
[ He's tired, see. Tired right down to the marrow of his bones. ]
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
[ It hurts to say that. It hurts to even think of it. But it's becoming very, very hard to deny the possibility of it being true. ]
He deserves a lot more than this.
[ Than me. ]
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Does he?
[ She's lifting that pipe from your fingers a taking a puff for herself. ]
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Doesn't he?
It's the question right on his lips, and yet just considering the possibility of walking away from Joshua LaRue now, even if it's for his own good, rips him apart.
Is that, too, not weakness? Not being able to end things before they get too painful, too destructive. ]
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She's remembering now, the occasions wherein she had been able to watch the Sin-Eater up close. Two float to the surface easily: the look on the boy's face the day she asked him and Brianna Lopez to take you away from the Assassin's bedside; and the way Joshua LaRue had looked when she, Tohru, Asami, the Seer, and the two other Kings who in their own way view you as a son, sat down with him at King's Rest. ]
My son, [ a breath now, for emphasis ( because you are, you are her son ) ] If a question is left unanswered, is it better to let it lie and sit in uncertainty... or is it not wise to pursue the truth?
[ She says that evenly now. It is not her place to tell you whether or not your relationship with the War Hounds' blade leader will be good in the long run. At the end of it, the pursuit of the your relationship with him will only merit her attention if the boy destroys you in ways she cannot allow.
If you leave him, if you can walk away, that is your choice. His feelings are his own. He is not her son. ]
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Thinking on that more, though, makes him remember, almost distractedly, the look on Josh's face when the two of them had ended up having an interesting conversation at the Tower. The one that had started everything.
Kid gloves. ]
I'll need to ask him first, huh? How he feels about all of this.
[ Instead of fucking up even more by carrying on with what he believes is right.
That frightens him. ]
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That is usually what couples do, Mitsuru.
[ Lifting that pipe again now. ]
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He was really, really bad at this.
Sighing now, because the exhaustion's curling his shoulders and bowing his head down low. ]
I think I need to give him some space first. [ A pause. ] I think I need a little bit of space too, to think.
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Take the time that you need. [ The words are firm, as is the look that she's giving you before she lets you go. ] I will not keep you longer than I should.
[ You have your duties. She also needs the distance again, but at least the groundwork has been laid for you to consider turning to her, even if the foundation is shaky as of yet. ]
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Should he... can he...? ]
Thank you.
[ His voice is soft, about as soft as his lips might feel on your cheek the moment he leans in and kisses you. A filial greeting, he hopes, that does not overstep any boundaries. Then he's turning away and standing up. The bow he gives you before he leaves is low, right to the waist. ]
Good night, mother.