Happy birthday Juushika!
I hope you have a wonderful birthday! Here's a Lady Macbeth ficlet for you!
Whatever anyone else thought, she did love him. She knew that most of the servants had heard their yelled arguments and thought that they were a couple forced together by circumstance, hating each other secretly, but it simply was not true. Sometimes he was a bit oblivious to the opportunities that life offered him, a bit too set on seeing things the straightforward way, with everything simply and easy to describe, but what he lacked in subtlety, he made up for in imagination. And she loved him.
Of course, though that was one of the reasons for everything, it was not the only reason. She was no simpering young girl head over heels in love with a man, who would move the earth to win a look from his eye. No, as much as she liked seeing a crown on her husband’s head, the feel of one on hers was far more satisfying. The blood that stained her hands along the way didn’t matter. After all, everyone fell eventually. What mattered was how high you climbed before the inevitable fall came. If someone was not strong enough to hold on to life, than it was no sin to throw down their high place and ascend to it yourself. The trick was to not look down.
Whatever anyone else thought, she did love him. She knew that most of the servants had heard their yelled arguments and thought that they were a couple forced together by circumstance, hating each other secretly, but it simply was not true. Sometimes he was a bit oblivious to the opportunities that life offered him, a bit too set on seeing things the straightforward way, with everything simply and easy to describe, but what he lacked in subtlety, he made up for in imagination. And she loved him.
Of course, though that was one of the reasons for everything, it was not the only reason. She was no simpering young girl head over heels in love with a man, who would move the earth to win a look from his eye. No, as much as she liked seeing a crown on her husband’s head, the feel of one on hers was far more satisfying. The blood that stained her hands along the way didn’t matter. After all, everyone fell eventually. What mattered was how high you climbed before the inevitable fall came. If someone was not strong enough to hold on to life, than it was no sin to throw down their high place and ascend to it yourself. The trick was to not look down.