Palace politics. Men snickering behind wide sleeves, turning the rumor mill, asking about Douman's stature and his ambition, whispering Seimei-dono would never. He's so far removed from these things now, centuries away from the things that turned him inside out, and yet.
It rankles. It always will. Him, clawing at dirt, wondering what made him so illegitimate, and what made Seimei so venerable. "You are a priest?" ]
One of many.
[ His answer is curt but saccharine, lilting. He wasn't lying when he said he was impressed by this straight-postured stranger, because the truth can coexist with the warped nature of his personality; she is allowed to be skilled, as he is allowed to be wicked.
He folds his hands in front of him, claws wound around claws. ]
They call me Ashiya Douman. [ Might as well come out with it, and let any judgment come swift and early if it will. ] By no means a noble name, and especially worthless here, I suppose. Unfortunate, unfortunate.
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Palace politics. Men snickering behind wide sleeves, turning the rumor mill, asking about Douman's stature and his ambition, whispering Seimei-dono would never. He's so far removed from these things now, centuries away from the things that turned him inside out, and yet.
It rankles. It always will. Him, clawing at dirt, wondering what made him so illegitimate, and what made Seimei so venerable. "You are a priest?" ]
One of many.
[ His answer is curt but saccharine, lilting. He wasn't lying when he said he was impressed by this straight-postured stranger, because the truth can coexist with the warped nature of his personality; she is allowed to be skilled, as he is allowed to be wicked.
He folds his hands in front of him, claws wound around claws. ]
They call me Ashiya Douman. [ Might as well come out with it, and let any judgment come swift and early if it will. ] By no means a noble name, and especially worthless here, I suppose. Unfortunate, unfortunate.
What do they call you, milady?