The Rules of Blood-Volume Two ; Chapter 16 (232) - Duality
“And that’s how things stand at this moment,” Blanc said to his wives.
It was early morning, a few hours after Blanc’s talk with Lucien.
After their meeting, Blanc returned without any… issues hiding in the hallway, and went to sleep soon after, to let all that had been talked about swim freely around his brain to make sure he did not miss anything. But the best thing he could do in that case would be to tell Celine and Miyanna everything, before the preparations for the journey ahead even started.
For a man like him, telling his wives everything that had occurred and would happen in the future was the smart thing to do.
Why? Well, that’s simple, actually.
Because his wives would see things differently than he ever did. For all he had in his mind was their safety and his swift return to them, with his sister in tow. A basic way of thinking, one that would leave too many gaps in his planning.
And for that, he needed the two women who knew him best, and who understood things from a different point of view, foreign to him.
“I would have to speak with my father about the preparations, but…” Celine replied, lost in her cup of tea, before she was able to look upon her husband, a weak smile on her lips, “It has to be done, my love.”
“Lucien’s explanation makes sense,” Miyanaa agreed, “Even though I hate the idea.”
“Come with me then, sister.” Celine nodded, “Better to speak your concerns before it’s too late to voice them.”
“Of course,” Miyanna replied, “What would you do in the meantime, hubby?”
“I have to speak with the rest of the Blood and let them know, but after that, I think I will get to start making that list for the Raw Vita we will soon buy,” Blanc explained.
“We will decide on that as well when we return,” Celine nodded as they got to their feet, walking towards the door.
Only as the door closed, leaving Blanc behind, was he finally able to breathe properly, with a sharp exhale leaving his lips.
It was interesting to see how his mind worked. He wished to do things, to be part of the game.
But just as before, when the Iron Line arrived, in his rush to be part of everything that had to happen, he found himself regretting many things to the point that even now, he was working on fixing them.
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Yet still, he wished to be part of the game. And the Vita, in Her overwhelming grace, had heard his earlier prayers, offering Blanc exactly what he longed for.
An opportunity.
An opportunity to achieve something, to mend the past and the mistakes he took as his own. Or perhaps, it was the beginning of his own downfall. A swift, bitter end granted in answer to a prayer he should never have made. He did not yet know which of the two it would be.
But as he stood staring into the fog ahead, he felt a quiet gratitude that none of those he loved would be there to see which of the two it was.
Blanc was afraid, his own mind whispering nonsense to him.
When he was staying in place, he wanted movement. When he moved, he wanted stillness.
The duality of his own mind was frightening.
So he shook the philosophical depression off his mind, letting only the important thoughts linger.
He doubted many things, but he would be back, of course, he would. He managed once; he would succeed once more if need be. He will be back to see his children as they are born, to help his wives with anything they would require from him, to aid his entire Blood reunite, to aid against all the enemies of the Empire, and to be part of this beautiful game.
This frightening, exhilarating game that promised hope, glory, desire, and death, all wearing the same dresses, unknowing which was which.
There was no telling how large this game was, or where it would lead. But that was the fun of it. That was what kept him fearing for his life at night, and what made him tremble with excitement.
For nothing was sweeter yet sourer than ambition.
Not only that of his, but the ambition of others as well, and the repercussions of it all. The animalistic desire to survive through might, overpowering others. And the instinctual fear not to be the one overwhelmed by others.
Yet another duality, one overseen by none other than the Vita Herself.
He had no control over the final result. The only thing he had control over was the preparation. The things he had to say, the lists he had to make, the strengths he had to acquire for this new road he had to walk on.
So he got up, chugged the cup of tea, and was out the door towards the next challenge he had to face before he could start preparing.
He went down the hallway, luckily, with nobody hiding, and no pair of yellow eyes making his skin itch.
He passed rushing maids, stressed butlers, and tired guards until he had arrived at his destination. Making sure to knock at the door lightly in case the two were still sleeping, not wanting to disturb them if they were not available.
“Who is it?” a sweet, warm voice asked from the inside.
It was soothing to Blanc’s soul to hear it even now.
“It’s Blanc,” he replied, straightening herself.
“Blanc? Please, come in,” another voice replied, just as soothing as the other was.
With confirmation given, Blanc slowly opened the door, peeking inside only to see his mothers already dressed for the day, drinking their tea.
“I worried you were still asleep,” Blanc smiled as he entered the room.
“Not enough time to waste it sleeping, dear,” Mera giggled. “But tell us, why are you here?”
“It might take me a while,” Blanc said, taking a seat at the table in front of the two. “But let me explain what this son of yours took upon himself.”
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Volume Two ; Chapter 16 (232) - Duality
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