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L’Après-Haine

Me:“I didn’t realize you had a wife.”

Ilottat:“Well, I don’t, not in most
senses of the mot, the word.”

Me:“What about Ysgwyd?”

Ilottat:“What sort of a marriage is it when
she’s off in Daukrhame consorting with whatever of the
stadwacht, the city guard, catch her fancy, and I’m here in
Vheshrame studying diplomacy?”

Me:“And consorting with whatever students catch
your fancy!”

Ilottat:“Well, mostly just you, and that’s very
recent. I still can’t really believe I’m doing it.”

Me:“You should believe it! It’s the best part
of my whole time in Vheshrame! Tell me more about
her.”

Ilottat:“There’s not much to say. Our parents
married us together rapidement, in a bit of a hurry, at a
rather bad time for both of us…”

Me:“By reason of scandals?”

Ilottat:“Yes — she had been engaged to a
Khtsoyis.”

Me:“And you had displayed a fondness for Zi
Ri.”

Ilottat:“No! Well, my father certainly thought
so, but, well, you’re the only one really.”

Me:“So you and she got married?”

Ilottat:“Introduced on the first of the month,
and married by the fourth. Oh, and my father asked my
consentimento, my permission, for the marriage about a week
later.”

Me:“What sorts of terms are you two
on?”

Ilottat:“We are not amante, not lovers, be
sure of that! She could not bear to touch an
Orren.”

Me:“And you don’t seem to want to touch me when
I’m wearing an Orren shape.”

Ilottat:“It’s not like that at all!”

Me:“What is it like at all, then?”

Ilottat:“Like … two Gefangene, two prisoners,
who have been yoked together. We do not like each other
very much, but we like the people who tied us together even
less.”

Me:“Excellent. I do wish you’d have told me
about that before, though.”

Ilottat:“Anoof should have, and I did
mention it before.”

I didn’t believe him, and we bickered about it a bit.
Finally I leafed through my diary, where I had written down
various conversations … and …

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Originally published at <a href="http://sythyry.com/2004/12/351/">Sythyry</a>. Please leave any <a href="http://sythyry.com/2004/12/351/#comments">comments</a> there.<h2>L’Après-Haine</h2> Me:“I didn’t realize you had a wife.” Ilottat:“Well, I don’t, not in most senses of the mot, the word.” Me:“What about Ysgwyd?” Ilottat:“What sort of a marriage is it when she’s off in Daukrhame consorting with whatever of the stadwacht, the city guard, catch her fancy, and I’m here in Vheshrame studying diplomacy?” Me:“And consorting with whatever students catch your fancy!” Ilottat:“Well, mostly just you, and that’s very recent. I still can’t really believe I’m doing it.” Me:“You should believe it! It’s the best part of my whole time in Vheshrame! Tell me more about her.” Ilottat:“There’s not much to say. Our parents married us together rapidement, in a bit of a hurry, at a rather bad time for both of us…” Me:“By reason of scandals?” Ilottat:“Yes — she had been engaged to a Khtsoyis.” Me:“And you had displayed a fondness for Zi Ri.” Ilottat:“No! Well, my father certainly thought so, but, well, you’re the only one really.” Me:“So you and she got married?” Ilottat:“Introduced on the first of the month, and married by the fourth. Oh, and my father asked my consentimento, my permission, for the marriage about a week later.” Me:“What sorts of terms are you two on?” Ilottat:“We are not amante, not lovers, be sure of that! She could not bear to touch an Orren.” Me:“And you don’t seem to want to touch me when I’m wearing an Orren shape.” Ilottat:“It’s not like that at all!” Me:“What is it like at all, then?” Ilottat:“Like … two Gefangene, two prisoners, who have been yoked together. We do not like each other very much, but we like the people who tied us together even less.” Me:“Excellent. I do wish you’d have told me about that before, though.” Ilottat:“Anoof should have, and I did mention it before.” I didn’t believe him, and we bickered about it a bit. Finally I leafed through my diary, where I had written down various conversations … and … <a href="http://www.world-tree-rpg.com/sythyry/story-so-far.phtml#Ilottat-is-right">there it was, in my own handwriting</a>. Me:“I think I didn’t understand you rightly. When you said, “I might have a relationship”, I thought you might at some future time have a relationship, not that you might or might not currently have one.” Ilottat:“I could speak in Tasglarii. They’ve got a quite elaborate and refined system of modes and tenses which render such mistakes unmöglich, impossible.” Me:“I don’t speak it, though.” Ilottat:“I don’t either, not very well at all. It’s one of my courses this term though.” Me:“Well, since it has gotten to be a bit personally relevant, do you have an agreement on adultery? Or on marrying further people?” Ilottat:“Adultery is actively encouraged, since it disconcerts our parents, though of course we did not discuss, well, diestrammenos forms of it.” Me:“I don’t know that word … I can’t even place that language.” Ilottat:“Well, um, perverted.” Me:“Including transaffectionate ones?” Ilottat:“I wish you’d stop using words like that. I do seem to have tombé for you … must you keep poking me about it and trying to make it a widespread general res, thing, for me?” Me:“I’m sorry, Ilottat.” He huffled a bit and I spent a while comforting him. As soon as I could arrange it, the comforting was distinctly transaffectionate. <script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "", url: "" });</script>

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