3/1/2026, 1:57 AM
That seemed fair enough. While the two were close (by her standards; she would not speak for Solulfur), it hadn't occurred to her to bring up sexual preferences before either, although it was probably because Aurelia assumed she herself had none. Thoughts of romance and sex had always been far from her mind, frivolous distractions she thought unworthy in light of the urgent matter of the end of the world and trying to keep the pack together and in good health - so Solulfur made sense.
She didn't think about it normally either.
But she was certainly thinking about it now.
Truth be told Aurelia rather disliked everyone equally. Perhaps not disliked, necessarily, but rather held at arm's length. It had always been easier this way.
The audacity of men, thinking only with their genitals, stubborn and bull-headed and quick to react. Even Tiberius had been volatile, albeit not to that extent. Was it simply the nature of their sex? Or was it merely a series of unfortunate encounters? She thought back to the fellow who'd gotten himself stuck in a burrow and frowned.
Her hackles had risen without realizing it. Aurelia glanced away, embarrassed for the overreaction, and forced herself to relax so the fur lay flat again.
Solulfur's gaze had also shifted, staring at one of the low walls surrounding them and seeming almost shy - a feat for the Black Sun. She touched briefly on the doomed love between her parents, if the word was even appropriate, and Aurelia found herself focusing on the minute contractions of her expression, her eyes, the way her mouth curved upwards ever so slightly when she laughed. How such a terrible union could create such a daughter, she could only marvel.
She thought of the love she held for her sisters. Like iron; unbreakable, unyielding.
Aurelia was careful not to say that she, herself, had felt the butterflies before, particularly in the presence of a specific dark-furred she-wolf. It was equally logical that her stomach had been upset.
Was often upset.
She didn't think about it normally either.
But she was certainly thinking about it now.
Truth be told Aurelia rather disliked everyone equally. Perhaps not disliked, necessarily, but rather held at arm's length. It had always been easier this way.
That was where the wound came from?she asked suddenly, craning her head to look for the scar. Aurelia tried not to encroach on anyone else's private matters, but she had seen Solulfur's shoulder and wondered what had caused it. Hearing the reason made her blood boil.
Bastard. Disgusting, vile bastard. I am sorry - I can only hope you returned the favor.
The audacity of men, thinking only with their genitals, stubborn and bull-headed and quick to react. Even Tiberius had been volatile, albeit not to that extent. Was it simply the nature of their sex? Or was it merely a series of unfortunate encounters? She thought back to the fellow who'd gotten himself stuck in a burrow and frowned.
If you see him again, point him out to me,she said lowly, a high growl etching emphasis on her words.
You did not deserve that.
Her hackles had risen without realizing it. Aurelia glanced away, embarrassed for the overreaction, and forced herself to relax so the fur lay flat again.
Solulfur's gaze had also shifted, staring at one of the low walls surrounding them and seeming almost shy - a feat for the Black Sun. She touched briefly on the doomed love between her parents, if the word was even appropriate, and Aurelia found herself focusing on the minute contractions of her expression, her eyes, the way her mouth curved upwards ever so slightly when she laughed. How such a terrible union could create such a daughter, she could only marvel.
I am glad for you, getting out of it. I have never had marriage forced upon me, and frankly, I know little of romance. Many speak of butterflies and attraction like a whimsical fantasy,she said.
I have always thought that love was made of harder stuff. Loyalty, strength, intent. Love is not just some silly - feeling -
She thought of the love she held for her sisters. Like iron; unbreakable, unyielding.
It is a choice you make once, and then continue to make every day.
Aurelia was careful not to say that she, herself, had felt the butterflies before, particularly in the presence of a specific dark-furred she-wolf. It was equally logical that her stomach had been upset.
Was often upset.
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