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yumenope ( it was bound to happen, really. gentaro just assumed that it would be the day he turned thirty and the grey in his hair was more visible. receiving the news that at the ripe young age of twenty four he was to be wed to someone from a family that had a lot of political clout wasn’t exactly something he had been prepared for. inevitable, really, but he thought he had had more time.
he wasn’t given the particulars and the whys, just that he had scared off every other suitor over the course of six or seven years. now, trying to pair off their silver tongued son was going to be a hassle and something else gentaro just wasn’t bothered to listen to.
it wouldn’t change anything. he’d just ignore the unfortunate soul who had the pleasure of being his beloved. they’d likely live together but as separate as can be and that’d be that. he’d continue writing, escaping into a reality much better than his own.
he just wasn’t exactly ready to hear he’d be moving in together that week and they’d be wed sometime in the spring. that was aggressively fast and he hadn’t even received a name yet. just that he’d be driven to their new apartment halfway between both families and his belongings would be delivered there within the same week.
it was curt to say the least. shady.
but it would make for a great story and inspiration. at least that’s what he told himself as he irritably picked at his sleeve, waiting for his fiancé — still unclear on gender and name — to arrive at the modest apartment with the keys to “their new home.” evidently gentaro wasn’t to be trusted with the keys.
for good reason, he’d toss them into the god damn river nearby. )
he wasn’t given the particulars and the whys, just that he had scared off every other suitor over the course of six or seven years. now, trying to pair off their silver tongued son was going to be a hassle and something else gentaro just wasn’t bothered to listen to.
it wouldn’t change anything. he’d just ignore the unfortunate soul who had the pleasure of being his beloved. they’d likely live together but as separate as can be and that’d be that. he’d continue writing, escaping into a reality much better than his own.
he just wasn’t exactly ready to hear he’d be moving in together that week and they’d be wed sometime in the spring. that was aggressively fast and he hadn’t even received a name yet. just that he’d be driven to their new apartment halfway between both families and his belongings would be delivered there within the same week.
it was curt to say the least. shady.
but it would make for a great story and inspiration. at least that’s what he told himself as he irritably picked at his sleeve, waiting for his fiancé — still unclear on gender and name — to arrive at the modest apartment with the keys to “their new home.” evidently gentaro wasn’t to be trusted with the keys.
for good reason, he’d toss them into the god damn river nearby. )
