Yellow House II
Apr 15, 2009 17:59:07 GMT -5
Post by Lee Chaolan on Apr 15, 2009 17:59:07 GMT -5
Wounds still fresh, Lee went upstairs for a bath, taking in a robe he was used to - not some fancy, silk-and-gold thread item that he had been "gifted" by the Monkey King. Those heavy robes he changed out of were thrown haphazardly in the corner, as if they were to blame for his state now. In a way, to Lee, they were; a symbol of what he had to go back to. There was no out-running a god, and now that Jason had someone else... Lee had nothing to return to.
Jirahasuke was a sweet boy, but something told Lee that the younger man might only miss him for a short while before moving on, should the Chinaman just... disappear. And that's like what he felt like doing as he sank into the tub; just dissolve and escape. Though he was certainly not suicidal, being able to vanish at a whim would be nice. Not like being taken back as a concubine "vanish," but just go to his own secret place where he didn't have to worry about Monkey Kings or now, a broken heart.
Most likely the bitterness toward his position, Lee scowled as he got out of the tub, drying off his far-too-long hair and wrapping himself in his simpler robe he'd kept at Jason's house. He abandoned the fancy robes in the bathroom and went downstairs to his bedroom, sitting himself in front of the mirror to brush his hair. About halfway through, he stopped and turned away to work at the ends, no longer satisfied with his image en au naturale. He could see the fine lines around his eyes and mouth, and where his face had sunken in some with age. It made him hate this whole situation even more, and by some extension, the great ape who stole him away.
Frustrated, he dropped the brush on top of the borrowed dresser and covered his face with his hands, losing his hold on his emotions and starting to cry. No one particular reason seemed to be the motivation behind the outpouring, but he needed it.
Jirahasuke was a sweet boy, but something told Lee that the younger man might only miss him for a short while before moving on, should the Chinaman just... disappear. And that's like what he felt like doing as he sank into the tub; just dissolve and escape. Though he was certainly not suicidal, being able to vanish at a whim would be nice. Not like being taken back as a concubine "vanish," but just go to his own secret place where he didn't have to worry about Monkey Kings or now, a broken heart.
Most likely the bitterness toward his position, Lee scowled as he got out of the tub, drying off his far-too-long hair and wrapping himself in his simpler robe he'd kept at Jason's house. He abandoned the fancy robes in the bathroom and went downstairs to his bedroom, sitting himself in front of the mirror to brush his hair. About halfway through, he stopped and turned away to work at the ends, no longer satisfied with his image en au naturale. He could see the fine lines around his eyes and mouth, and where his face had sunken in some with age. It made him hate this whole situation even more, and by some extension, the great ape who stole him away.
Frustrated, he dropped the brush on top of the borrowed dresser and covered his face with his hands, losing his hold on his emotions and starting to cry. No one particular reason seemed to be the motivation behind the outpouring, but he needed it.