Soooo... I'm splitting the last chapter into two, so this is turning into a four-parter (approximately).
EDIT: I don't know why LJ keeps on erasing the spaces after my paragraphs, so just ignore it and mentally insert spaces <333
Comments and the lot welcome~
She came out of the bath, jolting Choi Young out of his thoughts. She looked so very very pretty. And so very very angry. After the ceremony, everyone had been ushered to a dining room, where they were treated to a modest dinner. It seemed like the monastery had been well-equipped to do this sort of thing, and Choi Young had tried to distract his worried head with how important the monastery and its monks must be to get this sort of funding. After all, not all monasteries were allowed to conduct weddings. Mass weddings at that. Mass weddings for eloping couples. Mass wedding for eloping couples who were then treated like guests at an inn. And then still be able to get funding.
At dinner, she had taken the biggest portions out of anyone, and chomped down on the food as if it had personally offended her very being to the core. Throughout, she hadn't spoken a word. Choi Young, meanwhile, had been making peace with all the gods that he knew of, and being the son of a scholar, he knew many. He liked covering all bases. After all, look where his frontal breakthrough strategy had gotten him.
Next, they were shown to a room, and were told that there were seperate communal baths were there for men and women. As soon as the monk left, Eun Soo threw the bags she was carrying to the ground, and opening them with such force that he was afraid that the bags would break, she wrenched out her clothes and towels and stalked out of the room. She had still not spoken a word.
Choi Young? He was too busy reminding all the gods of every single good deed he had done, every elder he had been kind to, every chore he had done, every bad person he had killed- no wait, scratch that, he didn't know how well killing would fly with the gods- every time he had prayed, every time he had curbed himself from swearing to actually move from the spot he had stood rooted at ever since he had entered the room.
And now she was back, and her anger didn't seem to have abated in the least.
Before she could say anything, he grabbed his clothes and ran towards the bath as fast as he could, praying that by the time he got back, she would be fast asleep. And then the following morning, she would have short term amnesia and forget everything that had just passed. Yes. That was perfect. He started recounting his good deeds towards the gods all over again. And when I was 3, I was given a pet turtle as a present, and I named it Lady Choi after my aunt because I love her so much and she is an elder...
But sometimes, no matter if you've saved a nation, the gods just don't like being on your side. They just like having their entertainment. Eons in heaven can do that to a person.
So when he came back, the first sight he was treated to was a glowering Eun Soo sitting on what she had apparently claimed as her side of the bed. If looks could kill, he would have been an extra concentrated ghost by now.
"You go to sleep, I will--"
He shut up.
He lay down.
"Close your eyes."
He closed his eyes.
He shook, and started chanting every mantra he knew to deliver him to safety.
After about five minutes, he cracked an eyelid open to see that Eun Soo was lying next to him, a couple of feet apart, facing away. He slowly started to rise up.
"This is a monastery. No one will attack us. And besides, I'm too angry to sleep so I'll keep watch. So if you don't lie back down this minute, so help me God I will--" She stopped herself, and making a sound halfway between a scream of frustration and a growl of rage, she thumped her pillow.
He lay back down and closed his eyes.
Five minutes later, he cracked open an eyelid again. It was now or never.
"Eun Soo-ie~~" That name felt so good on his lips. Would he be able to survive long enough to savour it, though, was the more relevant thought in this situation.
Eun Soo froze. Was... this guy... trying to be cute? With her? Right Now?
"Hey, don't be that way. Please?"
"You don't want me to whut?" Eun Soo turned around, her eyes throwing sparks. Hell hath no fury and all that jazz. Oh god, what had he done.
"You don't want to what?!?" Her voice went up a notch higher.
"You. Don't. Want. Me. To. Be. Mad. At. You?!?" Her voice had gone higher.
And then it dropped dangerously low and silky. "Do you want me to remind you what you did today, huh, Young-ie?" Had he not been in mortal terror, he would have totally appreciated her voice and the way she said his name. Totally.
And then suddenly, it was not low any longer. "YOU MADE ME MARRY YOU!! NOT ONLY DID YOU NOT ASK ME, AS IF I WAS SOME PIECE OF CHATTEL WHO HAD NO SENTIENT THOUGHT FOR MY OWN LIFE, BUT YOU DID NOT EVEN TELL ME WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO DO!!! I DID NOT KNOW THAT I WAS MARRIED UNTIL AFTER I WAS MARRIED!!!!!!! AND YOU CLEARLY KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING, YOU-- YOU-- YOU BUMHOLE."
He had no clue what she had just called him, but it couldn't possibly be good. Gathering up all his courage, he gulped, and then mumbled "I didn't know. I knew it was a possibility, but I didn't know for certain. And it's better this way."
"Better this way? BETTER THIS WAY?!? IN WHAT WAY IS THIS BETTER, YOU TWERP?"
"You're not blood related to me and neither are you a pledged sibling so this is the only way we could travel without censure--"
"Without censure? What am I going to do if I go back to my time? What if I have to marry a man there? What am I going to say? That sorry, I have a husband a few centuries in the past? Or should I just marry him? Are both those choices not up for censure? You think they won't call me a crazy person? They'll likely think I was kidnapped and tortured and that somehow addled with my brains, and I'll be put in a psycho house."
"--and it's best for if something happens." he finished quietly and lamely.
She sat up in indignant rage "Something happens? What somethi--oh." And then her shoulders shook, and her voice rose to a higher pitch with every syllable she uttered, as if her monologue was directed to reach the Jade Emperor himself, and she started talking fast. "But I wanted a proposal, and it didn't even have to very fancy, but at least some proposal, right? And a ring, even a simple ring, as long as I could say 'Ah, my husband gave this to me', I would have liked that. I know I'm not that young, and that all the guys dump me, but couldn't I get someone who at least took me out on a couple of dates? I mean, when have we been alone before this? When I tended to you from near death? Or when we discussed strategies? Or when we got attacked? Or when we were running for our lives? And I suppose that us running away right now may be romantic in a way if something had happened, but nothing happened, right. And now I'm suddenly married to you, and I didn't even have a proper wedding, I was married with 24 or so other people, and I wasn't even wearing a proper wedding dress. And none of my friends were there, and neither were my parents--" Her voice broke on the word parents, and she started sobbing in earnest.
Choi Young lay, stupified, a hundred thoughts running through his head. The first one was that he had always heard of the legendary creature that was able to shatter glass with it's voice, but he never thought that that legendary creature would be his... wife. The next were the stabs that pierced him while she was talking, even though a lot of it had gone over his head. He had never thought about her if she left, even though that was why they were running away in the first place. The two ideas never seemed to merge into one solid, tangible thought. Then he felt the stab when she mentioned her ring and her wedding and wedding clothes. And then the biggest stab was when she mentioned her parents.
Then the sobbing registered.
He gingerly got up and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry. I did wrong, I should have asked you, I should have told you, even if there was only a small possibility. I thought I was doing what I thought was best for both of us, but I may have been wrong. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Her sobbing quieted, and slowly, and when he finished, she disentangled herself from his arms, and quietly lay back down.
He breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't ready to kill him anymore. Now all he needed to do was get back into her good graces. Although that may be harder than it sounded. Or ought that be "even harder than it sounded"?