10/4/2025, 1:39 AM
To be lanzadoii entailed blankness, and how many times had the silver failed her people in this? Once more, she thinks, in feeling Cen’s touch; in listening to his words sharp as preening teeth. Looking at him makes her shy. Her chin cuts away.
Beside me.
Even in her more stoic automations, Iglux̂ would trade her subservience for a question. She would seek her husband’s affections for security; for children. She would listen for his fire and laugh with full attention, because it would give her her own. She would chase these things always, and felt in time they would grow distance between she and him.
“I will make you a poor wife, Cen,” her voice falls with the rain.
Beside me.
Even in her more stoic automations, Iglux̂ would trade her subservience for a question. She would seek her husband’s affections for security; for children. She would listen for his fire and laugh with full attention, because it would give her her own. She would chase these things always, and felt in time they would grow distance between she and him.
“I will make you a poor wife, Cen,” her voice falls with the rain.
