But at what failure? He still can't get the touch, the taste of Kasumi's lips from his mind. The thought of what they had done was present and he didn't want to let go, of it or her. But the paintings... so hauntingly similar, a vision of a daughter that doesn't exist. Could he continue down this path or would it break him to look into his childs eyes and know that he was not good enough for them. That he had mot been perfect for them.
The mess of silk and thread before him was not nearly as bad as the mess inside right now. He suspected this, had even told Kasumi as much, that if he started he wouldn't want to stop. He didn't. But he felt like he should for his family's sake, including those not yet born.
But... her lips, her eyes, her touch... they are addictive.
He shakes his head and looks down in shame at the failed attempt at the kimono.
Damn it.
D6 LE, Making Kimono, VP | TN: 2 | Success: 1 / Opportunity: 2 / Strife: 0
