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it's so quiet in the world tonight - Sohalia - 06-17-2026
It had been about a week since Soh had felt the beginnings of flutterings from within, so faint that at first she'd thought she'd imagined it. And yet, the insistent butterfly that was her daughter continued to flicker, first over here, and then over there, until she could no longer pretend that she didn't feel it. She found herself waiting with bated breath to feel it again, and again, and again, until she was certain that it was real.
Then it only remained to share the feeling with Zavien. She'd kept it to herself, selfishly wanting to see the look of wonder on his face the first time he felt their daughter kick, hoping to keep it a surprise so that she could watch his unbridled joy. That, she felt, would be almost as good as feeling it herself.
LongNight had fallen; there was only darkness outside their windows, broken in the distance by the many bonfires lighting up the beach. There were periodic fireworks lighting the night sky from the parties raging far below, but this high in Haulani, the noise was a distant hum. It was peaceful and quiet here in their little house - something that Soh was grateful for, if only so she didn't have to listen to the incessant festivities that had so entranced her last year.
But everything was different now. She was different now. And here in their home with her boyfriend and their unborn daughter was the only place she wanted to be.
It was hard to tell the time with the all-day, all-night darkness that consumed the world, but she thought it was midafternoon when she rose from a short nap, stretching as she sat up in bed. She wore an overlarge, long-sleeved shirt that hung to mid-thigh, her legs bare as she swung them over the edge of the bed and stood, wobbling slightly with sleep. It was the baby that had woken her, her insistent kicks pulling the Luminary from slumber, and she rested a hand on the place where she could feel the movement as she padded from their bedroom to find Zavien.
RE: it's so quiet in the world tonight - Zavien - 06-17-2026
Zavien had expected to feel more of a shift when LongNight began, to have his internalized terror take physical form in the darkness around him, for the night to reach out and steal his happiness in whatever way it could, for this joy to be snuffed out along with the rest of the lights.
He was relieved when it didn't.
LongNight started without much in terms of fanfare. The Feast of Bells passed, and everyone dispersed quietly to their homes where they tucked in for the next week of darkness - or began their string of revelry.
Not in the mood for revelry of any kind, Zavien worked through a diligent shiftwork within their home, alternating between checking the entry points and ensuring Soh's health. He'd mapped out the path to the clinic in the dark, prepping a go-bag for any extenuating circumstances, including lights in case the streetlights failed along the way.
He was a soldier on patrol, verifying latches and various resources at regular intervals as he considered possible scenarios of what could go wrong. His mind was ever attentive to the threats, occasionally flickering to the too-recent image of a vacant face frozen in terror. Alone, he might have stood guard continuously through the week, refusing to sleep for fear of what comes in the night: monsters and nightmares. But with Soh, he'd managed to find some semblance of peace when she was wrapped in his arms, like a bundle of pure light that pushed out the darkness, reminding him that his fears were not reality - that she wasn't Lena.
Still, his worries were strong and the night dense, and he sometimes found himself stuck in a loop of terror that woke him no matter how close he held Soh. Palms slick with sweat, he'd have to peel himself off her as silently as he could, slipping from the bed in hopes she didn't notice his departure or the racing of his heart against hers.
This morning(?) had been one of those instances, and Zavien had found himself perched in the kitchen with a hefty cup of ice. He paused to place it along his neck, letting out a sigh to release some of the tension before pouring tea over the cold cubes. Despite the chill of Deepfrost, the ice was a welcome reprieve from the sticky feeling against his skin, and he'd been forced to consider the need to leave to replenish his supply before the week was out.
Once he'd downed the first glass and done his daily checks of locks and defenses, he spent some time sharpening his weapons (again). It was only once his arsenal shone like moonlight that he rose for a refill, considering if he should find some food just as Soh stepped out of the bedroom.
His eyes immediately snapped to her, cup poised to scoop ice from the freezer as he looked her over. Zavien didn't move again until he was certain it wasn't panic on her face, dismissing the dark thoughts that had awoken him hours prior. The messy tousle of his hair, the oil stain across his rumpled t-shirt, and the pale shadows in his eyes weren't as easy to dismiss, but he covered them with a smile. [say]"How are you feeling?"[/say] he asked, grabbing a second glass to prepare her a drink.