@estrla said: “ i don’t have the patience. ” - ☽ song lyrics - accepting !!
PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE hard won, rare in these parts but cultivated by few for very specific reasons, as a means to a cunning end. the goetia are an ancient brand of aristocracy built on warped versions of such virtues: the patience of a cold-blooded, century-long revenge; the burden of immortal life; the slow machinations of a well-hatched plot; the long wait to ascend to a higher rank and status among them ... to name a few.
it is what he exercises when he's in her thorny presence, in the business arrangement that is their marriage.
when he levels his gaze at her, any conflicted feelings he has are neutralised by such distant reflections. he sets his empty teacup on the saucer with a clink, as if to punctuate his words.
"oh but you do, my dear."
cursed with a rather short fuse, for as long as he'd known her stella has always been that way - like her namesake celestial body, she is as cold and beautiful from a distance as she is scorching at close range. but in time, as they grew reluctantly together into the intricate tapestry of goetic rules and regulations, and bloomed into the darling couple, envy of all high aristocracy, they have learned their place in navigating those complex rituals. it seems to him that save the occasional outburst and positively bristling aura, even stella has mostly learnt to temper her fiery disposition into sharp wit, cutting remarks, astute manoeuvres and vicious sarcasm - it is truly a wonder what a simple mask can do to a face.
don't they just make a dashing family portrait?
from what the owl prince knows of his wife, she has far more patience keeping her from the ghastly beast roiling in her breast than she lets on, though on occasion it rears its ugly head. he supposes he has it coming, being the main source of her resentment.
"I'm confident we're not far off from an egg. we just need to keep trying."
certainly not a good premise for a conception, but it's what they agreed on to carry out their main duty to the goetia, after all.
