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How did she end up getting married before her two elder sisters was beyond her, but as Evras's fingers once again gently brushed against the growing life within her... well, she couldn't imagine it any other way. When she had found out she had accidentally gotten pregnant, her first reaction had been panic. Panic that she had no plans, that Zanon may possibly not want the child, that her sisters may not agree because he is a Kotas for Gods sake, and the relations between Thanasi and Kotas had never been good.
Never had she imagined that, despite much struggle, Zanon had actually got a marriage agreed upon, and she'd now stand here in the Hall of Gods as she awaited for the preparations to be finished, and she would meet Zanon in the main hall for the end part of their blessing ceremony. She knew that the Kotas manor was all decked out for the feast that would occur later in the day, once all the ceremonial blessings had taken place, but it would be the first time Evras would see it, for she had been busy with preparations in her own bridal home with her sister's.
Despite going into her third month of her pregnancy and feeling even more weary then she had the first two, Evras had been lucky in that her stomach had not shown yet, which meant she could still wear the wedding outfit prepared for her with only a slight loosening of the silver beaded belt she wore. Her hair had been trimmed, and a lock of it tied and presented to the Gods to signify her leaving her maiden house, before the white sheer was pinned over her black locks with diamond encrusted pins.
The white sheer had also been sewn over a regular white chiton, making it seem as if Evras had stepped out of the foams of Poseidon's domain itself. The best seamstress in Colchis had been comissioned to embroider the waistline of the dress with golden threaded flowers, along with the imagery of a bear upon the design, whilst Evras wore the bangle in the shape of a snack on her upper arms.
As she stood, the lady's maid bustled around her, touching up the last of her kohl and ensuring no strand of hair was out of place, all while Evras focused on making sure her breathe remained even, and her heartbeat remained steady. The physician had cautioned her against getting overly excited and worked up, but how did one remain calm on one's wedding day?
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How did she end up getting married before her two elder sisters was beyond her, but as Evras's fingers once again gently brushed against the growing life within her... well, she couldn't imagine it any other way. When she had found out she had accidentally gotten pregnant, her first reaction had been panic. Panic that she had no plans, that Zanon may possibly not want the child, that her sisters may not agree because he is a Kotas for Gods sake, and the relations between Thanasi and Kotas had never been good.
Never had she imagined that, despite much struggle, Zanon had actually got a marriage agreed upon, and she'd now stand here in the Hall of Gods as she awaited for the preparations to be finished, and she would meet Zanon in the main hall for the end part of their blessing ceremony. She knew that the Kotas manor was all decked out for the feast that would occur later in the day, once all the ceremonial blessings had taken place, but it would be the first time Evras would see it, for she had been busy with preparations in her own bridal home with her sister's.
Despite going into her third month of her pregnancy and feeling even more weary then she had the first two, Evras had been lucky in that her stomach had not shown yet, which meant she could still wear the wedding outfit prepared for her with only a slight loosening of the silver beaded belt she wore. Her hair had been trimmed, and a lock of it tied and presented to the Gods to signify her leaving her maiden house, before the white sheer was pinned over her black locks with diamond encrusted pins.
The white sheer had also been sewn over a regular white chiton, making it seem as if Evras had stepped out of the foams of Poseidon's domain itself. The best seamstress in Colchis had been comissioned to embroider the waistline of the dress with golden threaded flowers, along with the imagery of a bear upon the design, whilst Evras wore the bangle in the shape of a snack on her upper arms.
As she stood, the lady's maid bustled around her, touching up the last of her kohl and ensuring no strand of hair was out of place, all while Evras focused on making sure her breathe remained even, and her heartbeat remained steady. The physician had cautioned her against getting overly excited and worked up, but how did one remain calm on one's wedding day?
How did she end up getting married before her two elder sisters was beyond her, but as Evras's fingers once again gently brushed against the growing life within her... well, she couldn't imagine it any other way. When she had found out she had accidentally gotten pregnant, her first reaction had been panic. Panic that she had no plans, that Zanon may possibly not want the child, that her sisters may not agree because he is a Kotas for Gods sake, and the relations between Thanasi and Kotas had never been good.
Never had she imagined that, despite much struggle, Zanon had actually got a marriage agreed upon, and she'd now stand here in the Hall of Gods as she awaited for the preparations to be finished, and she would meet Zanon in the main hall for the end part of their blessing ceremony. She knew that the Kotas manor was all decked out for the feast that would occur later in the day, once all the ceremonial blessings had taken place, but it would be the first time Evras would see it, for she had been busy with preparations in her own bridal home with her sister's.
Despite going into her third month of her pregnancy and feeling even more weary then she had the first two, Evras had been lucky in that her stomach had not shown yet, which meant she could still wear the wedding outfit prepared for her with only a slight loosening of the silver beaded belt she wore. Her hair had been trimmed, and a lock of it tied and presented to the Gods to signify her leaving her maiden house, before the white sheer was pinned over her black locks with diamond encrusted pins.
The white sheer had also been sewn over a regular white chiton, making it seem as if Evras had stepped out of the foams of Poseidon's domain itself. The best seamstress in Colchis had been comissioned to embroider the waistline of the dress with golden threaded flowers, along with the imagery of a bear upon the design, whilst Evras wore the bangle in the shape of a snack on her upper arms.
As she stood, the lady's maid bustled around her, touching up the last of her kohl and ensuring no strand of hair was out of place, all while Evras focused on making sure her breathe remained even, and her heartbeat remained steady. The physician had cautioned her against getting overly excited and worked up, but how did one remain calm on one's wedding day?
Envy was an ugly emotion, but today Nethis held a kernel of it anyway. It was hardly fair and it certainly was without logic, considering she—dramatically—would almost rather die than endure the disgrace of a forced marriage for the sake of a child, but it was more impossible than she wanted it to be to rid herself of the feeling.
This was not how she had planned things in the privacy of her own imagination, this was not how she and Thea had played pretend when they were little and Evras was too young to even participate, this was not even what she had wanted. Yet, it was the form and shape of their reality nonetheless, and it was half made by her own hand; she had encouraged Evras toward Zanon when the opportunity presented itself, but she hadn’t exactly expected anything to come of it so easily.
What was her sweet little sister capable of? Apparently very little guile, but what did that matter with a baby in her belly and marriage now assured?
This was the fulfillment of ambition, leaving envy as a bitter lesson and a needed reminder that wanting and wishing were not enough for her personally. If she wanted a better marriage than this—which was an unsteady desire in that there were days she did and days she preferred the idea of not marrying at all despite everything—then she would have to forge it for herself. There was no one to do what she had for Evras.
All the same, envy did not stop her from seeking her sister out; she knocked, but it was only for form’s sake; she didn’t wait for admittance, most of all because she couldn’t imagine Evras turning her away. Easily, without hesitance even, Nethis would characterize her relationship with Evras as the most distant amongst her and her siblings, but today was one of those days that it hardly mattered.
Eyes well accustomed to observation took in her little sister dressed in white, took in finery and simply marked it appropriate. Under no circumstance would Nethis outshine Evras today, which was only right, but they wore similar bangles; the detail struck her suddenly if only because it was familiar and unfamiliar all at once. Nethis always wore one, hers formerly their mother’s, but it was an unfamiliar look for Evras and it made her think of Ulla. It had been years—a short number, but still—and Nethis continued to feel that absence keenly on a normal day; it was hard not to with dozens of responsibilities that never should have been hers to attend to.
Today, the feeling was all the more impossible to escape and it prompted an oddly sentimental statement as she stared at Evras in white, "You look lovely." Not a lie, a sincere truth, delivered generously. "She would have been so pleased." And this that too, to a lesser degree.
Would their mother really have been pleased to see her youngest daughter pregnant and married for the sake of it? Nethis was less certain of that than she made herself sound, but what was a white lie today? Only a thing to quiet her own heart, only a statement to see that Evras saw this through without dramatics, only words to see the family advanced.
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Envy was an ugly emotion, but today Nethis held a kernel of it anyway. It was hardly fair and it certainly was without logic, considering she—dramatically—would almost rather die than endure the disgrace of a forced marriage for the sake of a child, but it was more impossible than she wanted it to be to rid herself of the feeling.
This was not how she had planned things in the privacy of her own imagination, this was not how she and Thea had played pretend when they were little and Evras was too young to even participate, this was not even what she had wanted. Yet, it was the form and shape of their reality nonetheless, and it was half made by her own hand; she had encouraged Evras toward Zanon when the opportunity presented itself, but she hadn’t exactly expected anything to come of it so easily.
What was her sweet little sister capable of? Apparently very little guile, but what did that matter with a baby in her belly and marriage now assured?
This was the fulfillment of ambition, leaving envy as a bitter lesson and a needed reminder that wanting and wishing were not enough for her personally. If she wanted a better marriage than this—which was an unsteady desire in that there were days she did and days she preferred the idea of not marrying at all despite everything—then she would have to forge it for herself. There was no one to do what she had for Evras.
All the same, envy did not stop her from seeking her sister out; she knocked, but it was only for form’s sake; she didn’t wait for admittance, most of all because she couldn’t imagine Evras turning her away. Easily, without hesitance even, Nethis would characterize her relationship with Evras as the most distant amongst her and her siblings, but today was one of those days that it hardly mattered.
Eyes well accustomed to observation took in her little sister dressed in white, took in finery and simply marked it appropriate. Under no circumstance would Nethis outshine Evras today, which was only right, but they wore similar bangles; the detail struck her suddenly if only because it was familiar and unfamiliar all at once. Nethis always wore one, hers formerly their mother’s, but it was an unfamiliar look for Evras and it made her think of Ulla. It had been years—a short number, but still—and Nethis continued to feel that absence keenly on a normal day; it was hard not to with dozens of responsibilities that never should have been hers to attend to.
Today, the feeling was all the more impossible to escape and it prompted an oddly sentimental statement as she stared at Evras in white, "You look lovely." Not a lie, a sincere truth, delivered generously. "She would have been so pleased." And this that too, to a lesser degree.
Would their mother really have been pleased to see her youngest daughter pregnant and married for the sake of it? Nethis was less certain of that than she made herself sound, but what was a white lie today? Only a thing to quiet her own heart, only a statement to see that Evras saw this through without dramatics, only words to see the family advanced.
Envy was an ugly emotion, but today Nethis held a kernel of it anyway. It was hardly fair and it certainly was without logic, considering she—dramatically—would almost rather die than endure the disgrace of a forced marriage for the sake of a child, but it was more impossible than she wanted it to be to rid herself of the feeling.
This was not how she had planned things in the privacy of her own imagination, this was not how she and Thea had played pretend when they were little and Evras was too young to even participate, this was not even what she had wanted. Yet, it was the form and shape of their reality nonetheless, and it was half made by her own hand; she had encouraged Evras toward Zanon when the opportunity presented itself, but she hadn’t exactly expected anything to come of it so easily.
What was her sweet little sister capable of? Apparently very little guile, but what did that matter with a baby in her belly and marriage now assured?
This was the fulfillment of ambition, leaving envy as a bitter lesson and a needed reminder that wanting and wishing were not enough for her personally. If she wanted a better marriage than this—which was an unsteady desire in that there were days she did and days she preferred the idea of not marrying at all despite everything—then she would have to forge it for herself. There was no one to do what she had for Evras.
All the same, envy did not stop her from seeking her sister out; she knocked, but it was only for form’s sake; she didn’t wait for admittance, most of all because she couldn’t imagine Evras turning her away. Easily, without hesitance even, Nethis would characterize her relationship with Evras as the most distant amongst her and her siblings, but today was one of those days that it hardly mattered.
Eyes well accustomed to observation took in her little sister dressed in white, took in finery and simply marked it appropriate. Under no circumstance would Nethis outshine Evras today, which was only right, but they wore similar bangles; the detail struck her suddenly if only because it was familiar and unfamiliar all at once. Nethis always wore one, hers formerly their mother’s, but it was an unfamiliar look for Evras and it made her think of Ulla. It had been years—a short number, but still—and Nethis continued to feel that absence keenly on a normal day; it was hard not to with dozens of responsibilities that never should have been hers to attend to.
Today, the feeling was all the more impossible to escape and it prompted an oddly sentimental statement as she stared at Evras in white, "You look lovely." Not a lie, a sincere truth, delivered generously. "She would have been so pleased." And this that too, to a lesser degree.
Would their mother really have been pleased to see her youngest daughter pregnant and married for the sake of it? Nethis was less certain of that than she made herself sound, but what was a white lie today? Only a thing to quiet her own heart, only a statement to see that Evras saw this through without dramatics, only words to see the family advanced.
She had never been part of the pretend-play marriages Nethis and Thea had done, and by the time Evras had been old enough, both her elder sisters was far too old, and Dysius had never held much interest in such games. As a child born in the middle, Evras had always been a pawn for others - to take care of her younger brothers in place of her elder sisters while they did other things, to take the blame when things went south - whatever it was, Evras took the blame. That she was now a pawn in her family's machinations to the Kotas family was again, not something Evras noticed. Gullible as she was, she was simply glad that a child in her belly came from someone she actually loved, at least in that moment.
Turning instinctively when she heard the knock, Evras squeaked when the hairdresser and dressmaker both yanked on her at the same time, a pin poking her side and a comb almost taking her eye out as a reminder for her to remain entirely still. As such, when Nethis entered, it took awhile before Evras noticed who it was from the corner of her eye, and a smile brightened her kohl covered features.
"Thank you." she replied hesitantly, waving at the people working on her so she could move and actually properly see her eldest sister. Her relationship with Nethis had never been... well, it was nothing like hers and Thea's. Thea was warm, even despite all the calls of the Thanasi sister's being witches. It was as if Thea could understand Evras when she walked down the streets of Midas dealing with people's whispers and stares - but not Nethis. Their eldest sibling was ambitious, the sort that should've been more appropriate with Dysius instead of her, and the sort that Evras suspected would stop at nothing.
It was the kind of ambition Evras was not born with, and never wanted.
But their mother had wished for the siblings to watch out for each other. On her death bed, young as she was, Evras remembered nodding to Ulla's plea to them as the Gods took her life away to the Underworld, and it was a promise she did not want to give up. Like it or not, with Dionysios's slowly receding mind, her siblings were the last family she had, and Evras refused to let their relationship go too far south.
"Would she, really?" she murmured in genuine curiosity and a hint of uncertainty. Her memories of Ulla were hazy, but of them all, Nethis clearly had the most memories of their mother. When Evras was younger and the death of Ulla still fresh to them, only Nethis's story of their mother could calm her tears. It was perhaps, the closest she had ever been to her sister until they grew up, and the wound of losing Ulla had closed over. Until now that is. "Did Mother ever speak of our marriages?"
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She had never been part of the pretend-play marriages Nethis and Thea had done, and by the time Evras had been old enough, both her elder sisters was far too old, and Dysius had never held much interest in such games. As a child born in the middle, Evras had always been a pawn for others - to take care of her younger brothers in place of her elder sisters while they did other things, to take the blame when things went south - whatever it was, Evras took the blame. That she was now a pawn in her family's machinations to the Kotas family was again, not something Evras noticed. Gullible as she was, she was simply glad that a child in her belly came from someone she actually loved, at least in that moment.
Turning instinctively when she heard the knock, Evras squeaked when the hairdresser and dressmaker both yanked on her at the same time, a pin poking her side and a comb almost taking her eye out as a reminder for her to remain entirely still. As such, when Nethis entered, it took awhile before Evras noticed who it was from the corner of her eye, and a smile brightened her kohl covered features.
"Thank you." she replied hesitantly, waving at the people working on her so she could move and actually properly see her eldest sister. Her relationship with Nethis had never been... well, it was nothing like hers and Thea's. Thea was warm, even despite all the calls of the Thanasi sister's being witches. It was as if Thea could understand Evras when she walked down the streets of Midas dealing with people's whispers and stares - but not Nethis. Their eldest sibling was ambitious, the sort that should've been more appropriate with Dysius instead of her, and the sort that Evras suspected would stop at nothing.
It was the kind of ambition Evras was not born with, and never wanted.
But their mother had wished for the siblings to watch out for each other. On her death bed, young as she was, Evras remembered nodding to Ulla's plea to them as the Gods took her life away to the Underworld, and it was a promise she did not want to give up. Like it or not, with Dionysios's slowly receding mind, her siblings were the last family she had, and Evras refused to let their relationship go too far south.
"Would she, really?" she murmured in genuine curiosity and a hint of uncertainty. Her memories of Ulla were hazy, but of them all, Nethis clearly had the most memories of their mother. When Evras was younger and the death of Ulla still fresh to them, only Nethis's story of their mother could calm her tears. It was perhaps, the closest she had ever been to her sister until they grew up, and the wound of losing Ulla had closed over. Until now that is. "Did Mother ever speak of our marriages?"
She had never been part of the pretend-play marriages Nethis and Thea had done, and by the time Evras had been old enough, both her elder sisters was far too old, and Dysius had never held much interest in such games. As a child born in the middle, Evras had always been a pawn for others - to take care of her younger brothers in place of her elder sisters while they did other things, to take the blame when things went south - whatever it was, Evras took the blame. That she was now a pawn in her family's machinations to the Kotas family was again, not something Evras noticed. Gullible as she was, she was simply glad that a child in her belly came from someone she actually loved, at least in that moment.
Turning instinctively when she heard the knock, Evras squeaked when the hairdresser and dressmaker both yanked on her at the same time, a pin poking her side and a comb almost taking her eye out as a reminder for her to remain entirely still. As such, when Nethis entered, it took awhile before Evras noticed who it was from the corner of her eye, and a smile brightened her kohl covered features.
"Thank you." she replied hesitantly, waving at the people working on her so she could move and actually properly see her eldest sister. Her relationship with Nethis had never been... well, it was nothing like hers and Thea's. Thea was warm, even despite all the calls of the Thanasi sister's being witches. It was as if Thea could understand Evras when she walked down the streets of Midas dealing with people's whispers and stares - but not Nethis. Their eldest sibling was ambitious, the sort that should've been more appropriate with Dysius instead of her, and the sort that Evras suspected would stop at nothing.
It was the kind of ambition Evras was not born with, and never wanted.
But their mother had wished for the siblings to watch out for each other. On her death bed, young as she was, Evras remembered nodding to Ulla's plea to them as the Gods took her life away to the Underworld, and it was a promise she did not want to give up. Like it or not, with Dionysios's slowly receding mind, her siblings were the last family she had, and Evras refused to let their relationship go too far south.
"Would she, really?" she murmured in genuine curiosity and a hint of uncertainty. Her memories of Ulla were hazy, but of them all, Nethis clearly had the most memories of their mother. When Evras was younger and the death of Ulla still fresh to them, only Nethis's story of their mother could calm her tears. It was perhaps, the closest she had ever been to her sister until they grew up, and the wound of losing Ulla had closed over. Until now that is. "Did Mother ever speak of our marriages?"
If their relationship were better, if Nethis were different, if this moment weren’t half made to see Evras to composed perfection, this probably would have been a moment where a hug was appropriate. That said none of those things were true, so Nethis simply watched and nodded an acknowledgment of the appreciation when it came. None of this was about her, anyway, so she was content to simply play her part, which somehow included this check-in and conversation.
"I think so," Nethis answered, injecting as much certainty as she could into her voice. Again this was not so much a privately held truth as it was the appropriate thing to say for this moment regardless of what the truth was, but Evras—in her opinion—wasn’t exactly clever enough to see the difference between the two. Except maybe that had nothing to do with cleverness and everything to do with fuzzy memories and wanting to believe, judging by the uncertainty in her voice.
A second quiet nod was the only answer she gave for a long moment regarding the second question. Toward the end, per Nethis’ view, there had been almost too many rushed conversations about the future; some of them included various combinations of her siblings, and some of them had only been for her. Eldest of them, both she and Ulla had known that the household responsibilities would fall to her—and Thea if she would share as encouraged—and they had gone from having all the time in the world to teach her how to run a household to not nearly enough time to teach her everything she needed to know.
No nearly fifteen-year-old was supposed to run a household, least of all without their mother to help them. Ulla had not imagined it and Nethis had not allowed the thought of such adult responsibilities to cross her mind seriously, instead favoring daydreams about marriage and a husband and perhaps love until it became apparent that Ulla was wrong and Nethis was thinking too idealistically.
"Mother and I spoke about a lot of things, especially at the end, Evras," she finally said, answer soft and accompanied by a sad smile. "Marriage came up insofar as her expressing the desire for us to be happy if possible and reminding me that I should see to it that none of us tried Father’s patience with any choice we might make for ourselves as she would have." There was an aspect of careful phrasing to this because it would have been far apter to say that she had been made to promise that she would do her best to prevent any number of idiotic things from occurring. However, Evras getting pregnant out of wedlock qualified as an idiotic thing so it seemed better to rephrase and gloss over it and distract by adding, "I assume you are happy, so why would she not have been pleased?"
She paused a moment before adding with a bit of deliberately obvious encouragement, "But also for the sake of saying it, I know it can be hard to see, but Father is pleased too." This was less a lie if only because Nethis understood the man’s ambition. There was a degree of embarrassment involved in this situation, but ultimately she knew he felt as she did; what did the disgrace matter when it put the family so close to having their blood on the throne? "I hope you know that." It seemed a fair offering to give her this, a gift in the form of laying doubts to rest if she had them. Nethis was not without ulterior motive in it, but she wasn’t all bad either; the ideal situation was one in which Evras was both happy and serving familial ambitions.
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If their relationship were better, if Nethis were different, if this moment weren’t half made to see Evras to composed perfection, this probably would have been a moment where a hug was appropriate. That said none of those things were true, so Nethis simply watched and nodded an acknowledgment of the appreciation when it came. None of this was about her, anyway, so she was content to simply play her part, which somehow included this check-in and conversation.
"I think so," Nethis answered, injecting as much certainty as she could into her voice. Again this was not so much a privately held truth as it was the appropriate thing to say for this moment regardless of what the truth was, but Evras—in her opinion—wasn’t exactly clever enough to see the difference between the two. Except maybe that had nothing to do with cleverness and everything to do with fuzzy memories and wanting to believe, judging by the uncertainty in her voice.
A second quiet nod was the only answer she gave for a long moment regarding the second question. Toward the end, per Nethis’ view, there had been almost too many rushed conversations about the future; some of them included various combinations of her siblings, and some of them had only been for her. Eldest of them, both she and Ulla had known that the household responsibilities would fall to her—and Thea if she would share as encouraged—and they had gone from having all the time in the world to teach her how to run a household to not nearly enough time to teach her everything she needed to know.
No nearly fifteen-year-old was supposed to run a household, least of all without their mother to help them. Ulla had not imagined it and Nethis had not allowed the thought of such adult responsibilities to cross her mind seriously, instead favoring daydreams about marriage and a husband and perhaps love until it became apparent that Ulla was wrong and Nethis was thinking too idealistically.
"Mother and I spoke about a lot of things, especially at the end, Evras," she finally said, answer soft and accompanied by a sad smile. "Marriage came up insofar as her expressing the desire for us to be happy if possible and reminding me that I should see to it that none of us tried Father’s patience with any choice we might make for ourselves as she would have." There was an aspect of careful phrasing to this because it would have been far apter to say that she had been made to promise that she would do her best to prevent any number of idiotic things from occurring. However, Evras getting pregnant out of wedlock qualified as an idiotic thing so it seemed better to rephrase and gloss over it and distract by adding, "I assume you are happy, so why would she not have been pleased?"
She paused a moment before adding with a bit of deliberately obvious encouragement, "But also for the sake of saying it, I know it can be hard to see, but Father is pleased too." This was less a lie if only because Nethis understood the man’s ambition. There was a degree of embarrassment involved in this situation, but ultimately she knew he felt as she did; what did the disgrace matter when it put the family so close to having their blood on the throne? "I hope you know that." It seemed a fair offering to give her this, a gift in the form of laying doubts to rest if she had them. Nethis was not without ulterior motive in it, but she wasn’t all bad either; the ideal situation was one in which Evras was both happy and serving familial ambitions.
If their relationship were better, if Nethis were different, if this moment weren’t half made to see Evras to composed perfection, this probably would have been a moment where a hug was appropriate. That said none of those things were true, so Nethis simply watched and nodded an acknowledgment of the appreciation when it came. None of this was about her, anyway, so she was content to simply play her part, which somehow included this check-in and conversation.
"I think so," Nethis answered, injecting as much certainty as she could into her voice. Again this was not so much a privately held truth as it was the appropriate thing to say for this moment regardless of what the truth was, but Evras—in her opinion—wasn’t exactly clever enough to see the difference between the two. Except maybe that had nothing to do with cleverness and everything to do with fuzzy memories and wanting to believe, judging by the uncertainty in her voice.
A second quiet nod was the only answer she gave for a long moment regarding the second question. Toward the end, per Nethis’ view, there had been almost too many rushed conversations about the future; some of them included various combinations of her siblings, and some of them had only been for her. Eldest of them, both she and Ulla had known that the household responsibilities would fall to her—and Thea if she would share as encouraged—and they had gone from having all the time in the world to teach her how to run a household to not nearly enough time to teach her everything she needed to know.
No nearly fifteen-year-old was supposed to run a household, least of all without their mother to help them. Ulla had not imagined it and Nethis had not allowed the thought of such adult responsibilities to cross her mind seriously, instead favoring daydreams about marriage and a husband and perhaps love until it became apparent that Ulla was wrong and Nethis was thinking too idealistically.
"Mother and I spoke about a lot of things, especially at the end, Evras," she finally said, answer soft and accompanied by a sad smile. "Marriage came up insofar as her expressing the desire for us to be happy if possible and reminding me that I should see to it that none of us tried Father’s patience with any choice we might make for ourselves as she would have." There was an aspect of careful phrasing to this because it would have been far apter to say that she had been made to promise that she would do her best to prevent any number of idiotic things from occurring. However, Evras getting pregnant out of wedlock qualified as an idiotic thing so it seemed better to rephrase and gloss over it and distract by adding, "I assume you are happy, so why would she not have been pleased?"
She paused a moment before adding with a bit of deliberately obvious encouragement, "But also for the sake of saying it, I know it can be hard to see, but Father is pleased too." This was less a lie if only because Nethis understood the man’s ambition. There was a degree of embarrassment involved in this situation, but ultimately she knew he felt as she did; what did the disgrace matter when it put the family so close to having their blood on the throne? "I hope you know that." It seemed a fair offering to give her this, a gift in the form of laying doubts to rest if she had them. Nethis was not without ulterior motive in it, but she wasn’t all bad either; the ideal situation was one in which Evras was both happy and serving familial ambitions.
In that moment in time, Evras would hear what she most needed to hear. Filled with jitters and nerves at being the first of her siblings to get married, jacked up on hormones to top it off, that her relationship with Nethis was strained didn't even begin to cross her mind. All Evras needed now was familial comfort, and Nethis was one of her sources - like it or not, she was her eldest sister, and once upon a time, Evras thought Nethis could do no wrong.
A hopeful look crossed her face when Nethis threw her confidence behind their mother being happy. Ulla's face was a fuzzy memory in her mind, a fact that Evras was loathe to admit but knows very clearly. Her memories of her mother was unclear at best, for she had been young at Ulla's passing, and stories from her sisters were as good as she got.
So she listened intently when Nethis spoke of the conversations she shared with their mother. Their father was no use - he would clam up and refuse to speak of their mother when the time came, or whenever Evras asked. Whether it was from love or because Dionysios had never held any love for his dead wife before, the young Thanasi bride would never find out, but Evras hungered for any information she could find regarding her mother.
"I think I am, anyway." she murmured in return, her voice taking on a soft, almost dream-like quality. Zanon made her smile, the kind she rarely ever did. People who knew her to be a Thanasi was quick to give her a different look, the rumor of the three sister's of the family being witches far-reaching and easily disseminated. Evras had not wanted to catch the attention of the second prince, but when he had singled her out to speak with coupled with his charming smile, and Evras had been a goner the moment she allowed it to prolong.
When Nethis brought up their father though, Evras's smile faltered. Oh, she knew her father was pleased. But for what reasons? There was no secret on what their father wanted, the crown to fall to his family. Evras had heard people whispering that it was for that reason he had married Ulla, to make the Thanasi a royal house, and then take the royal crown after. That she was now marrying a second prince meant her fathr was that much closer to his dream... but to what extent? Did she want to subject her own child to the fight between their families?
Subconsciously, her fingers fluttered down to her stomach, and Evras hesitated, before glancing at her sister with a ghost of a smile. "Is he out there?" she murmured in question, curious to know if Dionysios was of the right frame of mind to attend her ceremony today. He drifted in and out of lucid consciousness, Evras could never be sure. "I do know he's pleased, Nethis. But..." she paused. Her sister had inherited her father's ambitousness afterall. Was there a point in voicing her concerns with her? "Never mind." she murmured in the end, shaking her head and then changing the subject by smiling at Nethis. "You look beautiful today, sister. I'm... sorry I'm getting married before you and Thea."
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In that moment in time, Evras would hear what she most needed to hear. Filled with jitters and nerves at being the first of her siblings to get married, jacked up on hormones to top it off, that her relationship with Nethis was strained didn't even begin to cross her mind. All Evras needed now was familial comfort, and Nethis was one of her sources - like it or not, she was her eldest sister, and once upon a time, Evras thought Nethis could do no wrong.
A hopeful look crossed her face when Nethis threw her confidence behind their mother being happy. Ulla's face was a fuzzy memory in her mind, a fact that Evras was loathe to admit but knows very clearly. Her memories of her mother was unclear at best, for she had been young at Ulla's passing, and stories from her sisters were as good as she got.
So she listened intently when Nethis spoke of the conversations she shared with their mother. Their father was no use - he would clam up and refuse to speak of their mother when the time came, or whenever Evras asked. Whether it was from love or because Dionysios had never held any love for his dead wife before, the young Thanasi bride would never find out, but Evras hungered for any information she could find regarding her mother.
"I think I am, anyway." she murmured in return, her voice taking on a soft, almost dream-like quality. Zanon made her smile, the kind she rarely ever did. People who knew her to be a Thanasi was quick to give her a different look, the rumor of the three sister's of the family being witches far-reaching and easily disseminated. Evras had not wanted to catch the attention of the second prince, but when he had singled her out to speak with coupled with his charming smile, and Evras had been a goner the moment she allowed it to prolong.
When Nethis brought up their father though, Evras's smile faltered. Oh, she knew her father was pleased. But for what reasons? There was no secret on what their father wanted, the crown to fall to his family. Evras had heard people whispering that it was for that reason he had married Ulla, to make the Thanasi a royal house, and then take the royal crown after. That she was now marrying a second prince meant her fathr was that much closer to his dream... but to what extent? Did she want to subject her own child to the fight between their families?
Subconsciously, her fingers fluttered down to her stomach, and Evras hesitated, before glancing at her sister with a ghost of a smile. "Is he out there?" she murmured in question, curious to know if Dionysios was of the right frame of mind to attend her ceremony today. He drifted in and out of lucid consciousness, Evras could never be sure. "I do know he's pleased, Nethis. But..." she paused. Her sister had inherited her father's ambitousness afterall. Was there a point in voicing her concerns with her? "Never mind." she murmured in the end, shaking her head and then changing the subject by smiling at Nethis. "You look beautiful today, sister. I'm... sorry I'm getting married before you and Thea."
In that moment in time, Evras would hear what she most needed to hear. Filled with jitters and nerves at being the first of her siblings to get married, jacked up on hormones to top it off, that her relationship with Nethis was strained didn't even begin to cross her mind. All Evras needed now was familial comfort, and Nethis was one of her sources - like it or not, she was her eldest sister, and once upon a time, Evras thought Nethis could do no wrong.
A hopeful look crossed her face when Nethis threw her confidence behind their mother being happy. Ulla's face was a fuzzy memory in her mind, a fact that Evras was loathe to admit but knows very clearly. Her memories of her mother was unclear at best, for she had been young at Ulla's passing, and stories from her sisters were as good as she got.
So she listened intently when Nethis spoke of the conversations she shared with their mother. Their father was no use - he would clam up and refuse to speak of their mother when the time came, or whenever Evras asked. Whether it was from love or because Dionysios had never held any love for his dead wife before, the young Thanasi bride would never find out, but Evras hungered for any information she could find regarding her mother.
"I think I am, anyway." she murmured in return, her voice taking on a soft, almost dream-like quality. Zanon made her smile, the kind she rarely ever did. People who knew her to be a Thanasi was quick to give her a different look, the rumor of the three sister's of the family being witches far-reaching and easily disseminated. Evras had not wanted to catch the attention of the second prince, but when he had singled her out to speak with coupled with his charming smile, and Evras had been a goner the moment she allowed it to prolong.
When Nethis brought up their father though, Evras's smile faltered. Oh, she knew her father was pleased. But for what reasons? There was no secret on what their father wanted, the crown to fall to his family. Evras had heard people whispering that it was for that reason he had married Ulla, to make the Thanasi a royal house, and then take the royal crown after. That she was now marrying a second prince meant her fathr was that much closer to his dream... but to what extent? Did she want to subject her own child to the fight between their families?
Subconsciously, her fingers fluttered down to her stomach, and Evras hesitated, before glancing at her sister with a ghost of a smile. "Is he out there?" she murmured in question, curious to know if Dionysios was of the right frame of mind to attend her ceremony today. He drifted in and out of lucid consciousness, Evras could never be sure. "I do know he's pleased, Nethis. But..." she paused. Her sister had inherited her father's ambitousness afterall. Was there a point in voicing her concerns with her? "Never mind." she murmured in the end, shaking her head and then changing the subject by smiling at Nethis. "You look beautiful today, sister. I'm... sorry I'm getting married before you and Thea."
When Nethis spoke of happiness, she had twisted her words into a deliberate question; it seemed something worth questioning if only so that she didn’t reveal her own regard of the thing. For her, happiness was a thing to be discounted in favor of suitable advantage and serving ambitions, or rather her ambitions, but Evras had always been made of softer things than she.
The dreamy way Evras confirmed her own happiness only served to underscore that very softness. Nethis thought this overall good, all things considered, however, despite it being neither of their intentions (or at least, she assumed so since she was hardly in the habit of hurting herself without good cause and Evras had never been malicious), it brought forth another pang of envy with it, this one comingled with a little bit of pity.
Today Nethis found herself eclipsed by her little sister, the little sister who had nearly everything that mattered handed to her and was so much a pretty, little fool that she seemed to hardly see the true depth of maneuvering and politics and manipulation that served as an undercurrent to this whole situation.
If only she could be that stupidly happy, if only Evras’ wasn’t all doomed to inevitable complication.
If she herself would not be the source of inevitable complication, it would certainly be their father. Nethis had been trying for something soothing, had been trying to take advantage of the day to paint a rose-colored superficiality over the man, but perhaps there was no saving him. She could fool Evras, say things that ought to be nuanced differently and represent herself as kinder than she was and Evras would swallow it even if she questioned it a little, but apparently trying to do the same for Dionysios was a step too far.
Understanding that, she immediately backed off the effort because the last thing she wanted was to upset Evras today and she was getting too close, as indicated by the nervous fidgeting and the hollow smile. Instead of pushing the point and in answer to the question, Nethis nodded quietly. Mindful of other presences in the room, she tried to figure out how best to describe his state or explain his presence without giving away too much. She spared half a glance for the maids in the room, before carefully saying to Evras, "Of course. I think he might be a little tired, but there is nowhere else he would rather be than with us today."
She didn’t really think Evras was particularly clever, but she did hope she could read between the lines enough to know that it was not necessarily a good day for him, but that they had all seen worse too and they might see worse yet.
Then, she added, "No, I know," as an answer to unspoken concerns that she had been told to ignore. She did know, if only because she understood and shared her father’s ambitions just as much as she knew Evras lacked them. "The trouble with Father is uncomplicated happiness has little value to him." Here she distanced herself, hid the way she disbelieved in the notion of uncomplicated happiness, and softened her own ambition all in one with little difficulty. Perhaps it was easy still because it hadn’t been so long since she had grown into her own ambitions and started to find her own manipulative patterns.
She waved away the apology and the compliment because neither mattered and her thoughts were elsewhere. Instead, a hand reached up, tucked a newly errant strand of hair away from Evras' face and found herself whispering, "You might be the only one who deserves it, so mind that happiness of yours, no matter what any of us say or do."
How odd that this should be the moment she found herself both honest and strangely kind, how odd to find herself offering it to Evras of all people. It was counter to everything she was and wanted to be, and yet, there it was. Perhaps there was something of their mother in her after all.
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When Nethis spoke of happiness, she had twisted her words into a deliberate question; it seemed something worth questioning if only so that she didn’t reveal her own regard of the thing. For her, happiness was a thing to be discounted in favor of suitable advantage and serving ambitions, or rather her ambitions, but Evras had always been made of softer things than she.
The dreamy way Evras confirmed her own happiness only served to underscore that very softness. Nethis thought this overall good, all things considered, however, despite it being neither of their intentions (or at least, she assumed so since she was hardly in the habit of hurting herself without good cause and Evras had never been malicious), it brought forth another pang of envy with it, this one comingled with a little bit of pity.
Today Nethis found herself eclipsed by her little sister, the little sister who had nearly everything that mattered handed to her and was so much a pretty, little fool that she seemed to hardly see the true depth of maneuvering and politics and manipulation that served as an undercurrent to this whole situation.
If only she could be that stupidly happy, if only Evras’ wasn’t all doomed to inevitable complication.
If she herself would not be the source of inevitable complication, it would certainly be their father. Nethis had been trying for something soothing, had been trying to take advantage of the day to paint a rose-colored superficiality over the man, but perhaps there was no saving him. She could fool Evras, say things that ought to be nuanced differently and represent herself as kinder than she was and Evras would swallow it even if she questioned it a little, but apparently trying to do the same for Dionysios was a step too far.
Understanding that, she immediately backed off the effort because the last thing she wanted was to upset Evras today and she was getting too close, as indicated by the nervous fidgeting and the hollow smile. Instead of pushing the point and in answer to the question, Nethis nodded quietly. Mindful of other presences in the room, she tried to figure out how best to describe his state or explain his presence without giving away too much. She spared half a glance for the maids in the room, before carefully saying to Evras, "Of course. I think he might be a little tired, but there is nowhere else he would rather be than with us today."
She didn’t really think Evras was particularly clever, but she did hope she could read between the lines enough to know that it was not necessarily a good day for him, but that they had all seen worse too and they might see worse yet.
Then, she added, "No, I know," as an answer to unspoken concerns that she had been told to ignore. She did know, if only because she understood and shared her father’s ambitions just as much as she knew Evras lacked them. "The trouble with Father is uncomplicated happiness has little value to him." Here she distanced herself, hid the way she disbelieved in the notion of uncomplicated happiness, and softened her own ambition all in one with little difficulty. Perhaps it was easy still because it hadn’t been so long since she had grown into her own ambitions and started to find her own manipulative patterns.
She waved away the apology and the compliment because neither mattered and her thoughts were elsewhere. Instead, a hand reached up, tucked a newly errant strand of hair away from Evras' face and found herself whispering, "You might be the only one who deserves it, so mind that happiness of yours, no matter what any of us say or do."
How odd that this should be the moment she found herself both honest and strangely kind, how odd to find herself offering it to Evras of all people. It was counter to everything she was and wanted to be, and yet, there it was. Perhaps there was something of their mother in her after all.
When Nethis spoke of happiness, she had twisted her words into a deliberate question; it seemed something worth questioning if only so that she didn’t reveal her own regard of the thing. For her, happiness was a thing to be discounted in favor of suitable advantage and serving ambitions, or rather her ambitions, but Evras had always been made of softer things than she.
The dreamy way Evras confirmed her own happiness only served to underscore that very softness. Nethis thought this overall good, all things considered, however, despite it being neither of their intentions (or at least, she assumed so since she was hardly in the habit of hurting herself without good cause and Evras had never been malicious), it brought forth another pang of envy with it, this one comingled with a little bit of pity.
Today Nethis found herself eclipsed by her little sister, the little sister who had nearly everything that mattered handed to her and was so much a pretty, little fool that she seemed to hardly see the true depth of maneuvering and politics and manipulation that served as an undercurrent to this whole situation.
If only she could be that stupidly happy, if only Evras’ wasn’t all doomed to inevitable complication.
If she herself would not be the source of inevitable complication, it would certainly be their father. Nethis had been trying for something soothing, had been trying to take advantage of the day to paint a rose-colored superficiality over the man, but perhaps there was no saving him. She could fool Evras, say things that ought to be nuanced differently and represent herself as kinder than she was and Evras would swallow it even if she questioned it a little, but apparently trying to do the same for Dionysios was a step too far.
Understanding that, she immediately backed off the effort because the last thing she wanted was to upset Evras today and she was getting too close, as indicated by the nervous fidgeting and the hollow smile. Instead of pushing the point and in answer to the question, Nethis nodded quietly. Mindful of other presences in the room, she tried to figure out how best to describe his state or explain his presence without giving away too much. She spared half a glance for the maids in the room, before carefully saying to Evras, "Of course. I think he might be a little tired, but there is nowhere else he would rather be than with us today."
She didn’t really think Evras was particularly clever, but she did hope she could read between the lines enough to know that it was not necessarily a good day for him, but that they had all seen worse too and they might see worse yet.
Then, she added, "No, I know," as an answer to unspoken concerns that she had been told to ignore. She did know, if only because she understood and shared her father’s ambitions just as much as she knew Evras lacked them. "The trouble with Father is uncomplicated happiness has little value to him." Here she distanced herself, hid the way she disbelieved in the notion of uncomplicated happiness, and softened her own ambition all in one with little difficulty. Perhaps it was easy still because it hadn’t been so long since she had grown into her own ambitions and started to find her own manipulative patterns.
She waved away the apology and the compliment because neither mattered and her thoughts were elsewhere. Instead, a hand reached up, tucked a newly errant strand of hair away from Evras' face and found herself whispering, "You might be the only one who deserves it, so mind that happiness of yours, no matter what any of us say or do."
How odd that this should be the moment she found herself both honest and strangely kind, how odd to find herself offering it to Evras of all people. It was counter to everything she was and wanted to be, and yet, there it was. Perhaps there was something of their mother in her after all.
Tired? Of course their father was tired. Dionysios's age had caught up to him in recent years, that Evras's heart ached when she saw how little of the father she remembered, was left in the husk of a man who could barely recognize who she was sometimes. In many ways, Evras had taken up to raising Mihail herself once their father's mind had started going, the reason why Mihail was so attached to her. Of course, Thea had advised Evras to disallow their father from attending their wedding, but how could she? If she could not have their mother, she wanted at least one of her parents in attendance, regardless of how senile they were. She trusted her sister's to be able to manage their father's episodes.
Smiling a grateful smile to Nethis at her reassurance that Dionysios was at least taken care of, she bit her lips and reached out to give her eldest sister's hand a squeeze as Nethis reached out to fit that errant strand of hair back to her ear, a motion that Evras hoped conveyed both the gratefulness and thanks she felt for her eldest sister, before the servants came to touch up the last of the paint's of her face, even as they could hear the crowd gathering to prepare for the official wedding with the Gods as witness.
"Don't say such things Nethis, I wish the same for you and Thea, and for Mihail and Dysius as well." she murmured, although Evras couldn't help but wonder if Dysius even wanted such things. Their youngest brother had been stand-offish and mean spirited ever since she had told him of her marriage to the Kotas prince. It hurt her, in a way, but she couldn't say she was surprised, considering how he had never enjoyed any of the Kotas family. That he was even here at the wedding at all surprised Evras, for she had fully expected him to completely reject attending entirely.
Once the maid finished that brief touch up, and replaced the veil upon her head fastened with pins, Evras turned and gave Nethis a bright smile, one that had unadulterated joy in it as she approached her sister, and took both Nethis's hands in her own. "Would you walk me out? Father can't do it, and Mama's not around... but you're my big sister." Traditionally, it would be the father of the bride who would bring the bride to the groom for the ceremony to begin, where the priests would pass on the blessings of the Gods to the newly married couple, but Evras only had her big sister, the one who had protected them ever since their parents had bone gone, one in body and the other in mind.
In that time, there was no one else Evras wanted to rely on.
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Tired? Of course their father was tired. Dionysios's age had caught up to him in recent years, that Evras's heart ached when she saw how little of the father she remembered, was left in the husk of a man who could barely recognize who she was sometimes. In many ways, Evras had taken up to raising Mihail herself once their father's mind had started going, the reason why Mihail was so attached to her. Of course, Thea had advised Evras to disallow their father from attending their wedding, but how could she? If she could not have their mother, she wanted at least one of her parents in attendance, regardless of how senile they were. She trusted her sister's to be able to manage their father's episodes.
Smiling a grateful smile to Nethis at her reassurance that Dionysios was at least taken care of, she bit her lips and reached out to give her eldest sister's hand a squeeze as Nethis reached out to fit that errant strand of hair back to her ear, a motion that Evras hoped conveyed both the gratefulness and thanks she felt for her eldest sister, before the servants came to touch up the last of the paint's of her face, even as they could hear the crowd gathering to prepare for the official wedding with the Gods as witness.
"Don't say such things Nethis, I wish the same for you and Thea, and for Mihail and Dysius as well." she murmured, although Evras couldn't help but wonder if Dysius even wanted such things. Their youngest brother had been stand-offish and mean spirited ever since she had told him of her marriage to the Kotas prince. It hurt her, in a way, but she couldn't say she was surprised, considering how he had never enjoyed any of the Kotas family. That he was even here at the wedding at all surprised Evras, for she had fully expected him to completely reject attending entirely.
Once the maid finished that brief touch up, and replaced the veil upon her head fastened with pins, Evras turned and gave Nethis a bright smile, one that had unadulterated joy in it as she approached her sister, and took both Nethis's hands in her own. "Would you walk me out? Father can't do it, and Mama's not around... but you're my big sister." Traditionally, it would be the father of the bride who would bring the bride to the groom for the ceremony to begin, where the priests would pass on the blessings of the Gods to the newly married couple, but Evras only had her big sister, the one who had protected them ever since their parents had bone gone, one in body and the other in mind.
In that time, there was no one else Evras wanted to rely on.
Tired? Of course their father was tired. Dionysios's age had caught up to him in recent years, that Evras's heart ached when she saw how little of the father she remembered, was left in the husk of a man who could barely recognize who she was sometimes. In many ways, Evras had taken up to raising Mihail herself once their father's mind had started going, the reason why Mihail was so attached to her. Of course, Thea had advised Evras to disallow their father from attending their wedding, but how could she? If she could not have their mother, she wanted at least one of her parents in attendance, regardless of how senile they were. She trusted her sister's to be able to manage their father's episodes.
Smiling a grateful smile to Nethis at her reassurance that Dionysios was at least taken care of, she bit her lips and reached out to give her eldest sister's hand a squeeze as Nethis reached out to fit that errant strand of hair back to her ear, a motion that Evras hoped conveyed both the gratefulness and thanks she felt for her eldest sister, before the servants came to touch up the last of the paint's of her face, even as they could hear the crowd gathering to prepare for the official wedding with the Gods as witness.
"Don't say such things Nethis, I wish the same for you and Thea, and for Mihail and Dysius as well." she murmured, although Evras couldn't help but wonder if Dysius even wanted such things. Their youngest brother had been stand-offish and mean spirited ever since she had told him of her marriage to the Kotas prince. It hurt her, in a way, but she couldn't say she was surprised, considering how he had never enjoyed any of the Kotas family. That he was even here at the wedding at all surprised Evras, for she had fully expected him to completely reject attending entirely.
Once the maid finished that brief touch up, and replaced the veil upon her head fastened with pins, Evras turned and gave Nethis a bright smile, one that had unadulterated joy in it as she approached her sister, and took both Nethis's hands in her own. "Would you walk me out? Father can't do it, and Mama's not around... but you're my big sister." Traditionally, it would be the father of the bride who would bring the bride to the groom for the ceremony to begin, where the priests would pass on the blessings of the Gods to the newly married couple, but Evras only had her big sister, the one who had protected them ever since their parents had bone gone, one in body and the other in mind.
In that time, there was no one else Evras wanted to rely on.
At Evras’ rebuttal, Nethis merely shook her head. There were things she could say in opposition—she could voice how she knew, in a bone-deep way, she’d never find happiness the way Evras could; that Thea was caught between the two of them in terms of personality, but, by her view, that was enough to preclude easy happiness; that Dysius’ personality would always be perceived as too harsh and mean-spirited, though she had less problem with it than others given her own and where was easy happiness with that?; that Mihail had problems that weren’t hers to tell but would make happiness so much harder won—but there hardly seemed a point. Evras was the best of them, and a fool for it, so there was no sense arguing against her.
Let her have her chastisement, let her think it might do an ounce of good or mean something, at least for today.
As the maid stepped forward and did the rest of the final touches, Nethis stepped away, meaning to head toward the door and excuse herself. She’d only wanted to see Evras with her own eyes before everyone else got to, only wanted a moment and now that she’d had it, she was ready to abandon company she found—mostly—trying. Instead, Evras followed after her and asked her to walk her out.
Fuck.
She didn’t want to do that for any number of reasons, clearest of them the spectacle it would make and the way it required her to continue to sublimate sharp words and jealousy, but there was also no way to say no. If she thought Evras capable of manipulation, she’d admire what was done here in putting her precisely where she couldn’t say no easily, but Nethis was reasonably sure this was born of genuine emotion, some desire toward a connection that didn’t exactly exist between them, and some awareness that asking Dionysios was an absolutely awful idea.
Still, Nethis couldn’t help but think: why couldn’t she have asked Thea?
The impulse to demure in favor of Thea, lived and died within two moments because there was no easy way to do so. Arguably, Thea was better at managing their father’s moods than she was, give that she had more patience, softness, and sincere gentleness than Nethis knew how to truly channel even when playing pretend so if the catch-22 was walk Evras out or deal with their father, well, the former seemed better than the latter (not that such an assessment was saying much).
There was a beat or two in which Nethis faltered before she found another falsely sincere smile and nodded. "Of course," she said, as if it was nothing, as if she hadn’t hesitated, as if she liked Evras instead of loving her for the sake of family and nothing else, "Today is your day, how can I say no?"
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At Evras’ rebuttal, Nethis merely shook her head. There were things she could say in opposition—she could voice how she knew, in a bone-deep way, she’d never find happiness the way Evras could; that Thea was caught between the two of them in terms of personality, but, by her view, that was enough to preclude easy happiness; that Dysius’ personality would always be perceived as too harsh and mean-spirited, though she had less problem with it than others given her own and where was easy happiness with that?; that Mihail had problems that weren’t hers to tell but would make happiness so much harder won—but there hardly seemed a point. Evras was the best of them, and a fool for it, so there was no sense arguing against her.
Let her have her chastisement, let her think it might do an ounce of good or mean something, at least for today.
As the maid stepped forward and did the rest of the final touches, Nethis stepped away, meaning to head toward the door and excuse herself. She’d only wanted to see Evras with her own eyes before everyone else got to, only wanted a moment and now that she’d had it, she was ready to abandon company she found—mostly—trying. Instead, Evras followed after her and asked her to walk her out.
Fuck.
She didn’t want to do that for any number of reasons, clearest of them the spectacle it would make and the way it required her to continue to sublimate sharp words and jealousy, but there was also no way to say no. If she thought Evras capable of manipulation, she’d admire what was done here in putting her precisely where she couldn’t say no easily, but Nethis was reasonably sure this was born of genuine emotion, some desire toward a connection that didn’t exactly exist between them, and some awareness that asking Dionysios was an absolutely awful idea.
Still, Nethis couldn’t help but think: why couldn’t she have asked Thea?
The impulse to demure in favor of Thea, lived and died within two moments because there was no easy way to do so. Arguably, Thea was better at managing their father’s moods than she was, give that she had more patience, softness, and sincere gentleness than Nethis knew how to truly channel even when playing pretend so if the catch-22 was walk Evras out or deal with their father, well, the former seemed better than the latter (not that such an assessment was saying much).
There was a beat or two in which Nethis faltered before she found another falsely sincere smile and nodded. "Of course," she said, as if it was nothing, as if she hadn’t hesitated, as if she liked Evras instead of loving her for the sake of family and nothing else, "Today is your day, how can I say no?"
At Evras’ rebuttal, Nethis merely shook her head. There were things she could say in opposition—she could voice how she knew, in a bone-deep way, she’d never find happiness the way Evras could; that Thea was caught between the two of them in terms of personality, but, by her view, that was enough to preclude easy happiness; that Dysius’ personality would always be perceived as too harsh and mean-spirited, though she had less problem with it than others given her own and where was easy happiness with that?; that Mihail had problems that weren’t hers to tell but would make happiness so much harder won—but there hardly seemed a point. Evras was the best of them, and a fool for it, so there was no sense arguing against her.
Let her have her chastisement, let her think it might do an ounce of good or mean something, at least for today.
As the maid stepped forward and did the rest of the final touches, Nethis stepped away, meaning to head toward the door and excuse herself. She’d only wanted to see Evras with her own eyes before everyone else got to, only wanted a moment and now that she’d had it, she was ready to abandon company she found—mostly—trying. Instead, Evras followed after her and asked her to walk her out.
Fuck.
She didn’t want to do that for any number of reasons, clearest of them the spectacle it would make and the way it required her to continue to sublimate sharp words and jealousy, but there was also no way to say no. If she thought Evras capable of manipulation, she’d admire what was done here in putting her precisely where she couldn’t say no easily, but Nethis was reasonably sure this was born of genuine emotion, some desire toward a connection that didn’t exactly exist between them, and some awareness that asking Dionysios was an absolutely awful idea.
Still, Nethis couldn’t help but think: why couldn’t she have asked Thea?
The impulse to demure in favor of Thea, lived and died within two moments because there was no easy way to do so. Arguably, Thea was better at managing their father’s moods than she was, give that she had more patience, softness, and sincere gentleness than Nethis knew how to truly channel even when playing pretend so if the catch-22 was walk Evras out or deal with their father, well, the former seemed better than the latter (not that such an assessment was saying much).
There was a beat or two in which Nethis faltered before she found another falsely sincere smile and nodded. "Of course," she said, as if it was nothing, as if she hadn’t hesitated, as if she liked Evras instead of loving her for the sake of family and nothing else, "Today is your day, how can I say no?"