[ANGST UPON ANGST] - Tumblr Posts
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It's all he can do to listen--to read between the lines, and hear the things that Kohga doesn't say, and sei'va, he'd had enough of the minor nuances of peacekeeping for the day. Kamai is torn, in equal parts wishing to hold his husband, scold him, and ignore him; But he can't find the rightness in any of those things right now, so he has to try talking more, instead.
Though, the return of that sweet word...husband. It helps, when the Yiga actually means it.
"Wasn't the point of everything that we've done," The King begins, gaze on the stone of the table so charged it may catch fire just from his eyes boring into it. "To give you and your people a chance to do those things? To let you come out of hiding, to have you be seen as a people again--to give you and every Yiga, from here on, the opportunity to be something other than a warrior, hunkered down in an abandoned shelter?"
It takes a lot to raise his eyes up; And even still, it takes more from him to keep composed, seeing wetness at the edges of his husband's eyes.
"...At the very least.. I need you to try for me. It's the only thing I ask of you, vurevi, because this is now our people. We shouldn't have to be shut off from the rest of the world, denying opportunities to build something better than what the Hylians did. And...if you can't? If you won't try, if you leave everything on my shoulders, pull back from meetings, or actively go against what I'm trying to do for all of us.."
A breath that he knows he doesn't need, as his gaze falls back to that weathered stone.
"If you won't be my partner in all things...I don't know that I can call you my husband."
@mightiestbanana
"Ki'e-sarqso." The King responds plainly, with nothing more, and leaves the cup where it's been scooted to. He doesn't even raise his eyes towards it, or Kohga for that matter, near statuesque in how he remains stoic and unmoving.
Kamai does finish his plate, however, and delicately pushes it away from himself a bit, methodically cleaning his hands with a spare napkin. His mind wanders to the day--the unease, and anger, and disappointment he'd held in his chest until this point--and the Gerudo's hands lace together in front of him, on the table, as he finally sees fit to speak what's been brewing in his mind.
"You do not have to join me for delegations, or peace talks, or any decision making meeting anymore."