“I do not want Nahadoth to be a Face you fear.”
“Yeah, well, the last time you showed up looking like this,” I nodded to his changed appearance, “my entire practice got ripped apart.”
“I understand, dearest one, why you’re having the reaction you are.” He shifted back into his everyday appearance. “There are changes on the horizon–good changes, simple changes, but changes nonetheless.”
“What do you want of me, dearest one?”
He’s asked that question several times since my release from my oath; what can he give me? What do I want, in this marriage of ours, now that I’m no longer bound to him by any oath besides our wedding vows?
I find the answer that comes to mind is that I just want him, my Husband. That I don’t need any elaborate, grand gestures to know that he loves me.
“Take the word ‘god’ out of the equation,” he said as we walked through the Otherworlds, “so that you simply have me. That’s what I mean, when I say I only want to be your Husband–I’m not someone who can be split into ‘aspects’ and ‘roles’–at least not with you, dearest one. That’s why I had you change my playlists, so that it’s just songs that remind you of me, and songs for our marriage.”
I went through my old writings, things I had written at the very start of our relationship. My Husband read over my shoulder, quietly commenting on how much I had changed–how much we had changed–in the past (almost) three years.
As I read, a comment he’d made years ago suddenly clicks into place in my mind.
He once again shifts into looking like the Nightlord, and slowly begins to smile.