2/1/2026, 12:48 AM
Always their absurd dance of shouldn't, oughtn't, couldn't, their defensive platitudes a paper-thin wall between the singular need they shared for both acceptance and safety in each other's presence. Of course she shouldn't bother her at such an hour, from decency's perspective, but Aurelia damned decency for the simple pleasure of being needed.
The closeness she shared with Sólúlfur rivaled that which she held with her sister Tiberii, but also - different.
The Black Sun's next words fell on her like a slap to the face.
A marriage proposal? Sólúlfur?
The news broke so quickly that Aurelia was unable to hide the shock that twisted her expression. She felt - she didn't know how she felt. Surprised, yes, but there was also this strange, hot feeling in her gut like indignation, a roiling sort of outrage that left her bereft of words. The Shakti-Vaes stared at her companion with open stupidity, for once at a total loss.
Aurelia did not wait for her to say yes, only assumed she would; without another word she turned around and disappeared into the dark seclusion of her most sacred space, her mind a cacophony of desperate curiosity mingled with some foreign feeling she couldn't quite name.
Sólúlfur had very pointedly not mentioned turning down the proposal, nor who had made it.
Her thoughts raced. Who could have had the gall? The nerve? Who would have been so confident in their standing with the Black Sun that they would make such an offer, and that she might even accept it?
Something in Aurelia felt oddly sick, and she coiled up like a serpent as she waited for the woman to follow. The words were acrid as they left her mouth.
The closeness she shared with Sólúlfur rivaled that which she held with her sister Tiberii, but also - different.
The Black Sun's next words fell on her like a slap to the face.
A marriage proposal? Sólúlfur?
The news broke so quickly that Aurelia was unable to hide the shock that twisted her expression. She felt - she didn't know how she felt. Surprised, yes, but there was also this strange, hot feeling in her gut like indignation, a roiling sort of outrage that left her bereft of words. The Shakti-Vaes stared at her companion with open stupidity, for once at a total loss.
Do you want to... come into the den with me?she forced out at last.
It is more private.
Aurelia did not wait for her to say yes, only assumed she would; without another word she turned around and disappeared into the dark seclusion of her most sacred space, her mind a cacophony of desperate curiosity mingled with some foreign feeling she couldn't quite name.
Sólúlfur had very pointedly not mentioned turning down the proposal, nor who had made it.
Her thoughts raced. Who could have had the gall? The nerve? Who would have been so confident in their standing with the Black Sun that they would make such an offer, and that she might even accept it?
Something in Aurelia felt oddly sick, and she coiled up like a serpent as she waited for the woman to follow. The words were acrid as they left her mouth.
From who?
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