Post by Clairee Donya on Feb 2, 2017 3:20:44 GMT
Open to Lasair Landevier Lupen
Clairee hadn't gone home at all since the day of the tour. She'd been staying, procrastinating, for days at the HQ. But she couldn't stay here forever, that smacked of cowardice and Clairee wasn't a coward.
Not to mention, she loved her family. They were so important to her and she didn't want them to think she'd run away forever. Their accusations had hurt, but she knew they didn't mean them. She hoped they didn't. It was so hard to be a woman in this world. It was so hard to get respect, or be an individual. They loved her dearly, but when it came to her freedom... she just didn't have any. Not like her brothers. Not like a man. What good reason did a woman have for being out all night anyway?
Either she was a dollymop or she was her brothers enemy. They didn't have the bite to accuse her of the latter. Probably because it smelled suspiciously like an unbearable truth. So they'd accused her of the former. Of prostitution, maybe because it was easier to say what you knew wasn't really true, and hope she fought back with a better excuse. At the time, she didn't have one. But now...
Now she thought she did.
The tricky part would be convincing someone to play along and help her scrape together at least some of her lost dignity. There was no perfect answer that would absolve her of guilt, but at least this way she could make it comprehensible, fall into the womanly weakness stereotype; pretend to have fallen "in love" and pass someone she trusted off as her paramour. If he'd agree to it.
It was night again, but the dawn wasn't far off. She creaked through the halls, a candle in hand, and pushed slowly against the library doors. He was usually in here. She was counting on him being here again. She needed him to be, because she didn't think she'd have the courage to ask anyone but him to go along with her plan.
"Lasair?" She called softly into the quite space.
Clairee hadn't gone home at all since the day of the tour. She'd been staying, procrastinating, for days at the HQ. But she couldn't stay here forever, that smacked of cowardice and Clairee wasn't a coward.
Not to mention, she loved her family. They were so important to her and she didn't want them to think she'd run away forever. Their accusations had hurt, but she knew they didn't mean them. She hoped they didn't. It was so hard to be a woman in this world. It was so hard to get respect, or be an individual. They loved her dearly, but when it came to her freedom... she just didn't have any. Not like her brothers. Not like a man. What good reason did a woman have for being out all night anyway?
Either she was a dollymop or she was her brothers enemy. They didn't have the bite to accuse her of the latter. Probably because it smelled suspiciously like an unbearable truth. So they'd accused her of the former. Of prostitution, maybe because it was easier to say what you knew wasn't really true, and hope she fought back with a better excuse. At the time, she didn't have one. But now...
Now she thought she did.
The tricky part would be convincing someone to play along and help her scrape together at least some of her lost dignity. There was no perfect answer that would absolve her of guilt, but at least this way she could make it comprehensible, fall into the womanly weakness stereotype; pretend to have fallen "in love" and pass someone she trusted off as her paramour. If he'd agree to it.
It was night again, but the dawn wasn't far off. She creaked through the halls, a candle in hand, and pushed slowly against the library doors. He was usually in here. She was counting on him being here again. She needed him to be, because she didn't think she'd have the courage to ask anyone but him to go along with her plan.
"Lasair?" She called softly into the quite space.