you are like the golden hour. it all glows different
“Nor can I.” She assures him with a light hum of laughter. But she’d always carried that maternal instinct, and regardless of her abilities to recreate anymore, it was a personality factor of hers that she couldn’t part with – nor did she think the Voice particularly wanted that part gone, or she might have done something about it. She’s thankful her goddess hadn’t.
But neither her nor his names had been pleasant topics back home, and she can’t help the wider smile that crosses her face as she nods to the fortune they’ve been granted. Things had calmed, things had quelled, and now there were mere ripples where their names stood in comparison to tidal waves there may have once been. As he tells her he’s honored though, she snorts with a light smirk. “New beginnings, remember?” It’s almost all but a whisper as her lips meet his, as his thumb strokes her jaw, and she settles against his chest as he looks out over the water – unable to look at anything but enjoy the presence of having him there.
Still, she’s somewhat surprised at the question of the council, smiling lightly to him when he mentions to not feel obligated to have him on it. “I’m letting a few people know some plans, but for the most part it’ll be up to vote so people can decide whom they wish to represent them.” She announces, tilting her head slightly with a brighter smile at that. “I’m afraid there’s no section in it for loving artistic husbands.” She jests, nuzzling her cheek into his chest again. “Though you would absolutely excel at it.”
But neither her nor his names had been pleasant topics back home, and she can’t help the wider smile that crosses her face as she nods to the fortune they’ve been granted. Things had calmed, things had quelled, and now there were mere ripples where their names stood in comparison to tidal waves there may have once been. As he tells her he’s honored though, she snorts with a light smirk. “New beginnings, remember?” It’s almost all but a whisper as her lips meet his, as his thumb strokes her jaw, and she settles against his chest as he looks out over the water – unable to look at anything but enjoy the presence of having him there.
Still, she’s somewhat surprised at the question of the council, smiling lightly to him when he mentions to not feel obligated to have him on it. “I’m letting a few people know some plans, but for the most part it’ll be up to vote so people can decide whom they wish to represent them.” She announces, tilting her head slightly with a brighter smile at that. “I’m afraid there’s no section in it for loving artistic husbands.” She jests, nuzzling her cheek into his chest again. “Though you would absolutely excel at it.”
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